terça-feira, março 18

Insecure, whatcha gonna do?
feel so small they could step on you,
called you up, answering machine
when the human touch is what I need, what I need
is you. I need you.

looked in the mirror,
I don't know who I am anymore
the face is familiar but the eyes,
the eyes give it all away...

they're all out to get you... once again
they're all out to get you...
here they come again, here they come again, here they come
again... they're all out to get you, once again...


James

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