Tuesday, November 23, 2004
nenhuma cautela
hand me my caution, love
it’s here somewhere
I hear the wind
rustling the leaves outside
I’m giving it a big toss
I don’t need it now
I bend, but don’t break
instinct is everything I need
that
and your big sweet heart
let me get hurt
I’ll take the minutes
in between
nenhuma cautela
pode ser minha estrada
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