The place I used to live made me feel like a tourist
I couldn't coexist with the cold and suspicious
When the last remaining light was starting to filter
It seemed the perfect time to step into the future
Quarta-feira, 16 de Fevereiro de 2011
A divagar sobre música. Mil parágrafos de divagações para suprimir...
"Through your eyes a voyeur Through your veils of a visionaire talk to me about those things no other soul would care"
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