terça-feira, 24 de novembro de 2009

Anyone could see the road that they walk on is paved in gold
And It's always summer, they'll never get cold
They'll never get hungry
They'll never get old and gray
You can see their shadows wandering off somewhere
They won't make it home
But they really don't care
They wanted the highway
They're happier there, today
Today.

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