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sexta-feira, 12 de agosto de 2022

12.08.2012

 THE STORY

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true (…)

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
(...)

You see the smile that's on my mouth
Is hiding the words that don't come out
And all of our friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through (…)

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true (…)


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