28 agosto, 2009

Why can't I?

The problem is, this is just to beginning... We're already wet and we're gonna go swimming.
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
It's inevitable... It's a fact that we're gonna get down to it. So, tell me...
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?


Alto o bastante pra você me fazer imaginar onde está indo...
Alto o bastante pra você me derrubar...
Algo está crescendo e eu não posso controlar.

Baby, I am dyin'
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