How long before I get in, before it starts, before I begin? How long before you decide, before I know what it feels like? Where to, where do I go? If you never try, then you'll never know. How long do I have to climb, up on the side of this mountain of mine? Birds go flying at the speed of sound.
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Pessoas normais colocando grafite na lapiseira:

Eu colocando grafite na lapiseira :

Não nasci pra agradar ninguém                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              só minha mãe, senão ela tira minha internet.