AN OPEN DOOR MAY KILL THE ART.
THERE'S FIRE, THERE'RE DANGEROUS WAYS AND MINDS,
RUBY DIE YOUNG,
THERE ARE WRITINGS ALONG THE YEARS,
THERE WERE WINDS CROSSING WALLS,
RUBY DIE YOUNG,
YOU COULD SEE THE FUTURE THROUGH THOSE WALLS,
RUBY DIE YOUNG, DIE YOUNG,
RUBY, WHY YOU TAKE MY HAND?
IT'S ALLRIGHT,
YOU CAN WALK WITH ME AND LEARN THE PATHS OF THE NIGHT,
RUBY, DIE, RUBY DIE YOUNG,
SURRENDER,
TAKE MY HAND,
THOSE SHAWDOWS OF THE NIGHT WILL WALK WITH US,
UNTIL WE HAVE THE CHANCE TO FOLLOW OUR OWN DREAMS,
RUBY DIE YOUNG, RUBY DIE,
RUBY, LOVE IS BLIND.
terça-feira, julho 07, 2009
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