8. Where Do I Go?
| Where Do I Go? | Para Onde Eu Vou? |
| My sutured mind post-op'd and dry Keeps slowly does it time Impaled by trust shot up with your Four in the morning eyes Where do I go? Where do I go? Where do I go? Where do I go? She's drifting round my barren ground Breaks slowly cold or crazed These dust dead eyes are focused far Behind these summer days Where do I go? Where do I go? Where do I go? Where do I go? And will I come of ag emake your day Be precious and contrived Or will I blow you all away |
Topic: 8. Where Do I Go?
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