sexta-feira, 17 de julho de 2009

Bad Dream

I wake up, it's a bad dream. No one on my side I was fighting But I just feel too tired To be fighting Guess I'm not the fighting kind Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I'm a man, I was born to hate
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend
I wake up, it's a bad dream. No one on my side I was fighting But I just feel too tired To be fighting Guess I'm not the fighting kind
Where do we go? I don't even know My strange old face And I'm thinking about those days And I'm thinking about those days..

Um comentário:

  1. Take all of your wasted honor
    Every little past frustration
    Take all of your so-called problems
    Better put them in quotations

    Say what you need to say...

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