Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be.
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy.
Take your time, hurry up.
The choice is yours, don't be late.
Take a rest as a friend, as an old memory.
Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach,
As I want you to be.
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memory.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No, I don't have a gun.
quinta-feira, 19 de junho de 2008
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