sexta-feira, fevereiro 21, 2003
Bom, aqui vai um fácil:
I'm living in the weeds where nothing is the way it seems
Where no one is who they need to be
Where nothing seems that real to me
'Bout time we filled our lives
Upon the walls of gold no solid ground
The world is spinnin' endlessly
We're clinging to our own beliefs
posted by
Viviane at 12:13:00 AM
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