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There is poison in my wine There is cold snow in my shoes The are footprints on my window frame The dog is loose I scream but i can't hear a word I cry my eyes are filled My toes are fake My legs are thin I'll never win In vain i try to compose The greatest symphony The crowd who point their fingers The crowd who i hear laugh Are making my knees shiver Are making my hands week There is one little star on the sky When i sleep i can hear somebody cry Alone i can do nothing, alone i stand alone From Letras Mania