Oh, tell me where your freedom lies.
The streets are fields that never die.
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry.
I'd rather fly.
sexta-feira, 20 de junho de 2008
O Navio de Cristal
The streets are fields that never die.
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry.
I'd rather fly.
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