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quinta-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2010

Dia down com ventania...

Some of us, we're hardly ever here. The rest of us, we're born to disappear
How do I stop myself from being just a number???
How will I hold my head to keep from going under???

Down to the wire, I wanted water but I'll walk through the fire, if this is what it takes to take me even higher. Then I'll come through, like I do when the world keeps
testing me...yeah, testing me...

How did they find me here?
What do they want from me?
All of these vultures hiding right outside my door...
I hear them whisperin..They're tryin to ride it out
They've never gone this long without a kill before.

Wheels up!!! I got to leave this evening.
Can't seem to shake these vultures out of my trail.
Power is made, by power being taken..
So I keep on running
To protect and control my situation .

Vivian, Whatcha gonna do about it ?
Whatcha gonna do about it ?
Whatcha gonna do about it?

I dunno...let me see...I feel like a crap.. I don't feel good.
V de..Ventania? Nããããão, de Vivian mesmo.

Green State, maybe...

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