Feelings of color are painting another
closet inside which to hide
Like a crow on a wire with longing desire,
Waiting for the things below to die
What a wonderful way to waste a feeling
There's gotta be some kind a way we can work it out
What a wonderful way to waste a feeling
Open up the window, let the inside out
Why are we crying?
Why are we crying, girl?
Perfectly crafted, that's why it's lasted
There, inside, for so long
What a wonderful way to waste a feeling
There's gotta be some kind a way we can work it out
What a wonderful way to waste a feeling
Open up the window, let the inside out
Why are we crying?
Why are we crying girl?
Wasted feelings
Wasted feelings
Like a kite on a wire, the wind blows me higher
Higher from the ground where I used to be
Socorro.
sábado, 11 de fevereiro de 2012
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Menininha, seus olhos perdem o brilho com sua melancolia. Nunca saber o caminho, sempre temer a solidão. Não estas sozinha enquanto eu espreitar por cada esquina pensando, será ser ela?
Então não tema mais, sorria e seja doce como sua natureza te criou, perfeita.
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