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
Sábado, 18 de Junho de 2011
You come to me sometimes when I'm thinking like a cannonball shooting out a canyon And I forget whatever it was I was thinking about
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