And babe
Oh, dream about me
Lie, on the phone to me
Tell me no truth
If it is bad
There's enough in my life
To make me so sad
Just dream about
Color fills our lives
*
just dream about
colors fields of lights
*
the breath was a lullaby for
the other meatloaf in that quarter room
quietly
cools my disturbed soul to closed eyes
Há 14 anos
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