Letras:
Jucas

: I've lived in a van and i've lived in a tree Never did what anyone expected of me I ate at soup kitchens and i slept in squats Abandoned buildings

: I think i'm drunk enough to drive you home now I'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key That's rusted firm, no lie 'cause all these conversations

: And if it was just how you wanted You'd be glued to his bones and his brainstem And changing your image and attitudes Won't bring you back into your

: I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday Creases indicating folds that kept four walls from caving in I took a little more of what I take for granted

: Leaving the central state from shallow ground Home in the valley but the rent's paid south You said the urn was half full when I said it was half empty

: (That's incentive...) You see nothing to be adored, when obsession takes it's toll You can't place you in between the pages of fashion magazines Paper

: Every town has a diner where I'll meet you, and your friends too. Things are just a bit nicer over some coffee; you can tell me all about your day

: Ring around the rosie Hopscotch, Monopoly Red light, green light G. I. Joes and Barbies Hide and seek, kick the can Cowboys and Indians Wiffle ball

: I can't believe it's really you Been so long, you look good I hear you're doing really well Don't ask me, let me tell you How I've been since when