I'll play the game but I can't stay. I've got my head on straight and I'm not gonna change. I'm not gonna change. I'll win the race, keep up with the pace. Today's the day that I start to pray. You can't get in my way
martes, 8 de noviembre de 2011
Lágrima que vá, lágrima que viene. Todo, últimamente, es una lágrima.
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