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Nobody knows what happens no one can reach us now sleep on and on living on dreams don't say nothing sick of your voice cloud in front of the face I will miss you take the time on time sweetly smile you don't have to cry alone nobody sees traffic no one can reach us now dream on and on living to sleep have no words dead to dream on streets in front of hands I will still miss you take the time on time sweetly smile you don't have to cry alone. (Grazie a Munny per questo testo) From Letras Mania