Neena Bajaj
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I have a dream,
I have held onto it so tight,
But now it just seems right,
That it is ready to take a flight,
Here, I release it to the ether,
With all my might,
I am sure it will reach God's light.
My best frien...
Drop
My Piggy Bank
Stop
Break Free
Mother's Love
My World
My Sycamore T...
Senses
Hufffff
You know bub It all comes back Sure does You know bub It all comes back Sure does
In me Death resides. Life still dwells In me Death resides. Life still dwells
nice.. nice..
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
I know you don't need me anymore. I know you don't need me anymore.
Who is this invisible man?... Who is this invisible man?...
Lovely... Lovely...
How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of every night. Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of eve...
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home? And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home?
My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open hearts, My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open heart...
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain. In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain.
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