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sábado, julho 29, 2006

Uma pausa!


Leaning Against The Wall

Your eyes are cold
I know you'll tell me all

Not to fall
I lean against the wall

I'm on the floor
Not listening anymore

I should have known
The things to which you're prone
(You cross your arms
And tell no lies
A thousand thoughts run
Through my mind
A thousand words that I don't need
I never thought you could do this)

I should have known
The things to which you're prone
(You cross your arms
And tell no lies
A thousand thoughts run
Through my mind
A thousand words that I don't need
I never thought you could do this)

Your eyes are cold
I know you'll tell me all

Not to fall
I lean against the wall

Kings of Convenience
Quiet Is The New Loud