sexta-feira, 17 de setembro de 2010

He says Girl, it's your call
You wanna fly, you wanna fall
So I shout I wanna get away from you as fast as I can
I tell my feet to move it, I hope they have a plan
These little black sandals are walking me away
These little black sandals are heading in the right way
These little black sandals are walking me away
These little black sandals saved my life today
(...)
Sometimes I'm tempted, sometimes I am
I would be lying if I said I didn't miss that giant man
He was the line between pleasure and pain
But me and the feet have some years to reclaim

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