quarta-feira, agosto 25, 2010

No bad news

Well, she's told, � Hold your buttons and look at the sky
Someone will fix things if you let your face dry
Keep your face near the earth and your heart beat high
And you may transcend the bad news �



Mm, hey little bird � hey little bird
Thank you for not letting go of me when I let go of you
Hey little bird � hey little bird
Thank you for not letting go of me when I let go of you
(Hey little bird � hey little bird)
Thank you for not (letting go of me when I let go of you)

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