quinta-feira, 28 de novembro de 2013

F#783

"The time has come.

Let's try to balance on the roofs.

The city's shaking,

streetlights are turning red.

We believe in nothing,

our rage erupts into

brightest lightnings.

All I want:

is to stay with you.

Fly birdie, fly

Fly birdie, fly

There is no truth.

Fly birdie, fly "





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