terça-feira, 15 de novembro de 2011
Sharp distance,
how can the wind with its arms all around me?
Sharp distance, how can the wind with so many around me?
I feel lost in the city!
Lost in their eyes as you hurry by.
Counting the broken ties they decide
Dream on, on to the heart of the sunrise.
Lost on the way you're dreaming.
Dream on to the heart of the sunrise.
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