Gonna rise up turning mistakes into gold.
Such is the passage of time too fast to fold and suddenly swallowed by signs low and behold.
Gonna rise up find my direction magnetically.
Throw down my ace in the hole.
I think I'm in love.
quarta-feira, 23 de julho de 2014
segunda-feira, 21 de julho de 2014
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