Woorden: Claymore. Pristine.

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lights
you're sad
all of a sudden we forget what we had
we learn that life's a lesson
and you'll never get a question to your answer

the trees are passing quickly
and noone will be with you
the pedals to the floor
and nowheres even closer than before

don't stop now your sad eyes
mislead me.. im thinking that you're tierd
you're so pristine and never mean to me

im glad you're so gone
wish i never met you back when i was trim and trite
now i can say so long
goodbye, good riddance, and maybe some day you'll see the light.