10 de junio de 2010


Make the heart has a lack of colour
And we should have known
We were going to grow up sooner or later because
We lost all our spare time alone
The nerves gather with the altitude
Exhale the stress so it didn't dissolve
In there somewhere a happy relationship,
A ghost of a good mood
Open your eyes,
Panic on the getaway
The high tide could take me so far

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