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My girl, hey, my girl
You're the finest thing in my world
I can't forget your hair that curls
Because I love you as much as a pearl
...

Wake up in the morning
My heart longs to sing
Suddenly the phone rings
I know a bad day's coming
...

Raindrops keep hitting my head
Like music that wakes heaven from death
I wander on the street, having nothing to do
I tried to find you, girl, but never saw you
...

Lonely in my room
Time flies in a zoom
I turn off my cell phone
Want to leave myself alone
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Under The Skyline

My girl, hey, my girl
You're the finest thing in my world
I can't forget your hair that curls
Because I love you as much as a pearl

Yes, baby, it's you
You know my love is true
There is something I need to say
I dared not tell you till yesterday

Let me look at your watery eyes
Together we look upon the sky
'See that cloud that looks like a mouse? '
And then we both laugh out loud

Childhood dreams will never die
A green grassland is where we lie
The joy is yours, the smile is mine
Something's happening under the skyline

When we're sitting in the shade
I get close to your face
Start to share the sweetest kiss
Which touches us with perfect bliss

That's the moment we start to cry
But we'll never know the reason why
Love has given me this dream of mine
I'm made to devote myself to your life

Suddenly our lips depart
You say, 'The sky is getting dark.'
I want to make you my true love's vow
But you leave me anyhow

When I wake up it's another day
I call you at once in the middle of May
No one answers or ever calls back
I wonder if you'd remember my name is Jack

I go to your place but no one's there
I know you must have gone somewhere
My sorrow has no one to share
And now you're the only thing I care

Since the day I meet you
I have never missed a rendezvous
Perhaps we are just growing a rift
But I doubt if it's true love that you give

Nevertheless you never return
Your whereabouts becomes my last concern
I once think that we could be lovers
But now I've burnt out all your letters

Still my life has to go on
I've realised I was such a moron
All of this is solely a dream
At least that is what it seems

(By Thomas Anderson 27/6/2008 22: 30)

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