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quarta-feira, 9 de junho de 2010

Painting Flowers

Strange maze, what is this place?
I hear voices over my shoulder,
Nothing's making sense at all.
Wonder, why do we race?
When everyday we're runnin' in circles,
Such a funny way to fall.
Tried to open up my eyes,
I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright.
When I wake up,the dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,and know I made it home.
If nothing is true,
What more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you.

wo-ow

Showed my cards
Gave you my heart,
Wish we could start all over.
Nothing's makin' sense at all.
Tried to open up my eyes,
I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright.
When I wake up,the dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,and know I made it home.
If nothing is true,
What more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you,
I am still painting flowers for you.
I heard everything you said,
I don't wanna lose my head,
When I wake up,the dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,and know I made it home.
If nothing is true,
What more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you,
I am still painting flowers for you,
I am still painting flowers for you.

All Time Low - Painting Flowers

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