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Onbekend

In a very unusual way I think I'm in love with you.
In a very unusual way I want to cry.
Something inside me goes week,
Something inside me surrenders.
And you're the reason why,
You're the reason why

You don't know what you do to me,
You don't have a clue.
You can't tell what its like to be me looking at you.