You don't remember my name.
I don't really care.
Can we play the game your way?
Can I really lose control?
Just once in my life,I think it'd be nice,
Just to lose control, just once,
With all the pretty flowers in the dust.
Mary had a lamb.
His eyes black as coals.
If we play very quiet, my lamb,
Mary never has to know.
Just once in my life,I think it'd be nice,
Just to lose control, just once.
If I cut you down to a thing I can use,
I fear there will be nothing good left of you.
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terça-feira, 2 de janeiro de 2007
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