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A CHANCE TO SHOW YOU


I wish I knew what's wrong with you. Just hold my hand and we'll go to the moon. Away from it all, just me and you. Every time i looked into those beautiful eyes I see a sad soul ready to cry, I just want to take your hand and tell you everything will be alright and wipe them tears off your eyes. To me you'd still be beautiful even if I were blind, cuz the only thing that counts is what's on the inside. Sometimes I wonder how things would be if you were my Bonnie and I was Clyde. My ride or die till the end of time. Until then keep your head in the sky, the sun will shine again on the beautiful angel that fell from the sky. 

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