Lady Antebellum
I run from pain
I run from prejudice
I run from pessimists
But I run too late
I run my life
Or is it running me
Run from my past
I run too fast
Or too slow it seems
When lies become the truth
That’s when I run to you...
Na incerteza que nada mais certo existe além da grande incerteza de não estar certo de nada
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