i'm trying to be tough to wait for your call
when i know you make my heart fall
still dont know what i always want for all
your presence make me feel so small
the spy is on the fly
reaching for the sky
if you see it in the eye you will know the reason why
they say not even a bird can tell
except for the one who lives in hell
she always there beside the wishing well
so every discontent soul could ring the bell
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