Twenty Years
Spare a minute of your time and think about the beauty lost
Your interpretation wasn't wrong, it'll never be except of me
So I'll shall be a disease, twenty years of fault
Open up the door and let me in and be your friend
Not an ugly thing that dwells inside your mind, do you hear me call your name
Your interpretation wasn't wrong, it'll never be except of me
So I'll shall be a disease, twenty years of fault
Open up the door and let me in and be your friend
Not an ugly thing that dwells inside your mind, do you hear me call your name
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Writer(s): Ritchie Ho
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