Behind the glasses, I saw you,
with your hidden colors,
with your true stories,
drawing the chance of your life
...and I, I still waiting for you, there,
in the green house
... and if I told you to choose,
would you get mad with me,
would you stop talking with me?
with your hidden colors,
with your true stories,
drawing the chance of your life
...and I, I still waiting for you, there,
in the green house
... and if I told you to choose,
would you get mad with me,
would you stop talking with me?
VANS.
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