sábado, 13 de abril de 2013

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Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit restless and I dream of something wild.
Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms.
Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry.
Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit terrified but then I see the look in your eyes.

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