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I wanna know can you show me , That these strangers like me...
I wanna know can you show me , that these strangers like me..
I have a life full of Disney ,a life full of musicals ,I don't want a dull life no more ,I have a life of untold mysteries ,I have a life I want to live , I want explore ,I don't want to be the silent girl no more ill let my true colours show.
I see faces pass me in the street , some smile and some just walk on by have you ever noticed no ones stops to say hi?
strangers...beware ill never understand once we was all strangers to each other...before we came hand in hand , do you understand?
see that man , tall , old tobacco smelling one? you see him as bad I see him as war hero , people always expect the bad ... I want the good , were is the good?
I ask myself againa and again but yet no answers pop into my brain, the good is in your heart ,in the strangers, in the people
why be afraid of freedom?
freedom , wisdom, fate , life its all here , sometimes yes you do have to make a sarafice ,but it all works out ...not for the worse but for the good.
This is what I have learnt. I have learnt to fight for my stand, to fight for the broken soals... the broken soals of my family ...the broken soals of my friends, ill be the person who makes the mend...
Everyone should trust me when I say this isn't the end because you are all strangers like me ...
I have a life full of Disney ,a life full of musicals ,I don't want a dull life no more ,I have a life of untold mysteries ,I have a life I want to live , I want explore ,I don't want to be the silent girl no more ill let my true colours show.
I see faces pass me in the street , some smile and some just walk on by have you ever noticed no ones stops to say hi?
strangers...beware ill never understand once we was all strangers to each other...before we came hand in hand , do you understand?
see that man , tall , old tobacco smelling one? you see him as bad I see him as war hero , people always expect the bad ... I want the good , were is the good?
I ask myself againa and again but yet no answers pop into my brain, the good is in your heart ,in the strangers, in the people
why be afraid of freedom?
freedom , wisdom, fate , life its all here , sometimes yes you do have to make a sarafice ,but it all works out ...not for the worse but for the good.
This is what I have learnt. I have learnt to fight for my stand, to fight for the broken soals... the broken soals of my family ...the broken soals of my friends, ill be the person who makes the mend...
Everyone should trust me when I say this isn't the end because you are all strangers like me ...
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