like the wallpaper sticks to the wall
like the seashore clings to the sea
like you'll never get rid of your shadow
you'll never get rid of me
like the seashore clings to the sea
like you'll never get rid of your shadow
you'll never get rid of me
let all the others fight and fuss
whatever happens, we've got us.
whatever happens, we've got us.
entrada de cuco @ 20:53
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