jueves, 21 de abril de 2011

When I find out all the reasons

maybe I'll find another way,

find another day.
With all the changing seasons of my life
maybe I'll get it right next time.



And now that you've been broken down,

got your head out of the clouds,


you're back down on the ground

and you don't talk so loud

and you don't walk so proud
any more... 

and what for.

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