quinta-feira, 17 de março de 2011


t passed through me into you
Used our blood as the glue
Their hands pulled me into the earth
Where I laid until they figured my worth
Then they moved on to you
Said that we would have to do

And all of the world will drink as the clouds come pouring on down
And we'll dream of distant things while they strap our legs to ground
'cause this is where we are
Yeah, this is where we are

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