Where are you my little bird, I don't see you in their eyes, I don't see you in the street nor pubs, I cant see you 'cause I'm too scared to look, Too scared to realise that I'm looking at the wrong places, Too scared that you don't exist, What would I give to be in his shoes, What would I give to die for you, What would I give to live only for you, What would I give to touch your hair, Even if it's a minute old, I'd still die for you, Tell me birdie that you'll come along, and wipe this agony from this loser Like the dying man on a battle field, who'd envy the ones with the wine tonight, I envy the ones who taste their lips, I envy the ones who have their love, Maybe it's not meant to be, Maybe he has different plans, Maybe I'm crying for nothing, Maybe this is all my fault.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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