Geskryf vir: Straatligkinders
My heart is like an abyss
Deep and endless, with something amiss
It's a longing in my soul
Like filling a bucket
Like filling a bucket with a hole
I stuff it, I stuff it, I stuff it in tight
I stuff it, I stuff it, I stuff it with lies that ain't right
I stuff it, I stuff it, I stuff it in tight
I stuff it, I stuff it, I stuff it with the night
Your heart is like an abyss
Deep and endless, with loving bliss
You've got a longing for my soul
I lay it down
Put me down for your control
You stuff it, you stuff it, you stuff it in tight
You stuff it, you stuff it, with truth that is right
You stuff it, you stuff it, you stuff it in tight
You stuff it, you stuff it, with light so bright
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