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Holding all the pictures that my life's drawn I never find I'm missing love Remembering all parades that had been rained on But never cloudy leaving love Ask
me what it is that makes it special
Too
many times I've turned my emotions on and off
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testo
di Attrel Cordes
(da
Duets,
1993)
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