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Fading sun


I wish I wasn't here
I wish I'd disappear 
The face in the mirror
Isn't any clearer 
There's no place for me
I'm no use to anybody 
I can't even fake a smile
It's been a real long while 
This hidden love 
Forbidden dove 
That's not the problem now
The problem was me anyhow 
I wish I was gone 
Fading into the sun 
The face in the mirror
Isn't any clearer

◄ Do I smell funny?

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