sexta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2011

While Oceana Sleeps

You can hear the sound
When walls break down
You wasted my days
Building on shaky ground
You can't carry on
When walls break down
Such wasted days
Building on shaky ground.

This is your life you led
This is my life you bled.

These tides sweep us out of reach.


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Essa não é minha,mas é linda.

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