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i'm so fucking tired of myself. it's like nothing could ever be like i would like it to be. they're all getting amazing, great looks and bright ideas. and they can do it, they actually do, and do you know why? 'cause they're so fucking special. oh, i'm tired of trying, but it looks like it's not my time. (yet, says me). but of course. the major problem is that it's never enough, and believe me, is not as beautiful as it seems.
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Yvan Rodic
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Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone
Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
that comes along
Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound
Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own
Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound
Spinning, laughing, dancing
to her favorite song
She's a little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone
A little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone
Norah Jones, Seven Years
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone
Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
that comes along
Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound
Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own
Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound
Spinning, laughing, dancing
to her favorite song
She's a little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone
A little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone
Norah Jones, Seven Years
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