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Not else, but tears
Not in the eyes, just in my heart Are nothing but fears Now that we're tearing appart. Not in the eyes, just in the heart Are tears from some words that drove me insane Cause playing with them it's really an art That makes me feel now all empty and frail And nothing but fear covers my soul bit by bit I wanted to shout, but none had no ears To hear my complains, so I'm taking a seat Mourning myself and from my eyes dropped nothing but tears Now that we're falling appart Are nothing but fears In the heart and in the eyes Nothing but tears.
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