quarta-feira, abril 27, 2005
No, I don't have a gun
Sol, muito sol e um cheirinho bom a mimosas. A Primavera voltou. Apetece dar mais uma oportunidade à felicidade.

Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is your, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend as an old memorie.
Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memorie.
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun

Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is your, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend as an old memorie.
Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memorie.
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun