No I don't have a gun
Sol, muito sol e um cheirinho bom a mimosas. A Primavera voltou. Apetece dar mais uma oportunidade à felicidade.
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 your, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend as an old memorie.
Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memorie.
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
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 your, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend as an old memorie.
Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memorie.
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
posted by Rui Baptista at 4:32 PM
1 Comments:
Eu tenho uma arma... Mas não a uso para fins negativos! Cerro o punho, solto um sorriso e a arma está à vista... Sou eu que tento abraçar o mundo! I swear I have a gun this time...
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