What else can I say… for what else should I wait This suffering I thought one day would disappear And just go away.. So why should I stay While all my grieves are still around the bay Tormenting the smooth young boy again and again I’ve seen the boy this afternoon and he looked like I am Had a few talk, shared our pain and cried I’ve been waiting for this to unfold I wish if he could just told me what should I do To free him so he’ll easily free me as well Please take me to the other side of the river Because I shouldn’t be this young boy anymore This song I can not play,.
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