segunda-feira, 21 de junho de 2010

memórias

Well, we bursted out of class
Had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a 3-minute record, baby
Than we ever learned in school
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes
And follow your dreams down




Well, we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter's night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

1 comentários:

Xu 27 de junho de 2010 às 15:56  

a medicação piknina, a medicação .. tens tomado??

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