jueves, 6 de junio de 2013

"He walks away, colors fade to grey, every precious moment's now a waste. He hits the gas hoping it would pass, the red light starts to flash: It's time to wait. And the black keys never looked so beautiful and a perfect rainbow never seemed so dull. And the lights out necer had this bright a glow. And the world doesn't revolve around his soul. He loves the sky 'cause it validates his pride. Never lets them know when he's wrong. Now that black keys are showing me a world I never knew. And the walls are closin' in, don't let'em get inside of your head... Sometimes a fight is better black and white".

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