Porque a intemporalidade de algumas sensações é incontornável aqui fica só um de muitos veículos que me transportam para... será que te encontro lá?
Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again
Oh, Feelin' maybe he'll see a little better, set a days, oohyeah
Oh, hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar,oh yeah
Oh, dark grin, he can't help, when he's happy looks insane, oh yeah
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Someday yet, he'll begin his life againLife again, life again...
Kneelin', looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read,ooh yeah
Oh, prayin', out to something that has never showed him anything
Oh, feelin', understands the weather of the winters on its way
Oh, ceilings, few and far between all illegal halls of shame,yeah
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