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som säger något om hur jag kan känna ibland...
It's a good thing, tears never show in the pouring rain
As if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain
There'll be no last chance to promise to never mess it up again
Just a sweet pain of watching your back as you walk
As I'm watching you walk away
It's a hard thing faking a smile when I feel like I'm falling apart inside
And I'm helpless sometimes
Wishing's just no good
(I saw you at the station, you had your arm around
Whats her name? )
Cause you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
It's a good thing, tears never show in the pouring rain
As if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain
There'll be no last chance to promise to never mess it up again
Just a sweet pain of watching your back as you walk
As I'm watching you walk away
It's a hard thing faking a smile when I feel like I'm falling apart inside
And I'm helpless sometimes
Wishing's just no good
(I saw you at the station, you had your arm around
Whats her name? )
Cause you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
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