quarta-feira, 8 de outubro de 2008
Smoke
Smoke
Ben Folds Five
Where do all the secrets live
They travel in the air
You can smell them when they burn
They travel
Those who say the past is not dead
Stop and smell the smoke
You keep on saying the past is not dead
Come on and smell the smoke
You keep saying the past is not even past
You keep saying
We are, smoke.
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wow..i would just say!
never knew the text before so melodically...i will keep coming back here to read you "Leaf by Leaf page by page":-)
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