Sometimes I think that you don't exist
But sometimes I think that you're my sin
Some say that I'm fool
But poor my soul without you
Somehow I feel that you're my home
How sould I, if Ican't feel your heart
Somewhere we'll meet again
Where, if we don't find the way
Sometimes I want to runaway with you
But I'm afraid I can ruin all over again
Sometimes I want to forget you
But how, if you're in my soul
Sometimes I think that I've always been looking for you
But sometimes I think that you're nothing more than poetry
So I feel you
.....I touch you
.....I hate you
.....I love you
... nothing more than sometimes
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