Algunos, solo algunos lo tienen..
It's that desease of the age It's that desease that we crave Alone at the end of the race We catch the last bus home Corporate America wakes Coffee republic in case We open the latch on the gate Of the hole that we call our home Protect me from what I want... Protect me protect me Maybe we're victims of fate Remember when we'd celebrate We'd drink and get high until late And now we're all alone Wedding bells ain't gonna chime With both of us guilty of crime And both of us sentenced to time And now we're all alone Protect me from what I want... Protect me protect me Protect me from what I want... Protect me protect me Protect me from what I want... Protect me protect me Protect me from what I want... Protect me protect me
lunes, noviembre 27, 2006
Protege moi
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