"By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held on me
I held on as tightly as you held on me.
This is a place where I don't feel alone."
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held on me
I held on as tightly as you held on me.
This is a place where I don't feel alone."
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2 comentários:
Bonita... Partilhei-a com a minha cara-metade, três quartos ou...um quarto... whatever!:p
Tu percebes! :D
Ah, um refúgio...
Sei.
;)
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