Speak to me in a language I can hear
Humour me before I have to go
Deep in thought I forgive everyone
As the cluttered streets greet me once again
I know I can't be late, supper's waiting on the table
Tomorrow's just an excuse away
So I pull my collar up and face the cold, on my own
domingo, junho 10, 2007
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Vê este post, oh chica.
http://wwwbanalidades.blogspot.com/2007/07/speak-to-me-in-language-i-can-hear.html
Espero que esteja tudo bem *marta couto
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