quarta-feira, setembro 26, 2012


Between the searching and the need to work it out
I stop believing everything will be alright
Broken, we are broken
I'm walking uphill being turned around and round

Secret in motion when my feet are on the ground
Broken, we are broken
In my mind's eye

One little boy anger one little man
Funny how time flies

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