terça-feira, 25 de novembro de 2008

I take out a word to tell you

i still have a lot to tell you
each day i have another thing to tell
i dream i'm small now
disappearing while another day passes
and i take out a word to tell you, you become farer and farer
farer farer
you are now blurry memories
everything here looks like cartoons
you are now blurry memories
everything here looks like cartoons

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