See, I got what you would call an obsession It feels like i think sane the limits of a small town frustrating my brain,might leave some roots there,but my head's on the next plane 'cause my daddy always told me the way it was,and my mama think she knows me, I know she doesn't.
sábado, 13 de novembro de 2010
Há três coisas que não voltam mais .. Palavras, Tempo e Oportunidades .
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