Écrit par doctoravalanche
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27-07-2007 |
And you said There's this wide believer Waiting for the silence With his feet of the ground With his hands in the air And sky's go the wild A shathered and torn and The dream never dreamed You say never married And no-one's found you These roumor in the outher time And where’s your wide receiver Over the line Where’s your wide receiver Over the border Where’s your wide receiver Over the line Over the edge and to far forward Where’s your wide receiver over the line |