sábado, março 21, 2009

Sábado à noite.

How did we get here?
Well, I used to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know

The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it's hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood, but you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are
If you're a man at all
Well, I figure this one out on my own

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