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sábado, 26 de setembro de 2015

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The center
Some kind of faith
My eyes looking
Trought my face
The morning
Musics very loud
And every little thing
I looked to the crowd
And I found what wasn't here
The world is living now
In the front of my eyes
The things outside
Now they're talking to me
I'm alive
I live
I survived
I breath
Then when
I was a young boy.

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