nocomments.



There is a man who grows up in a land
where every men is made to think like they rest.

He can´t understand what is wrong with his mind,
afraid of the dark he´s alone in his shell 'cause he is shy.

October ... the leaves are falling,
who knows where ... can I find my own tree.

He is at the point of surrender for life
'cause he is in the sight of a gun that might go off sometime.

October ... the leaves are falling,
who knows where ... can I find my own tree.
September ... my life is crawling,
remember ... my grave is in the sea.

October ... the leaves are falling,
who knows where ... can I find my own tree.
September ... my life is crawling,
remember ... my grave is in the sea.

toe

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LaPerla ha dicho que…
Me encanta esta canción, es "mi prefe". Lástima que no la tocaran en el concierto que compartimos.

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