I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream
Ah, child of countless trees
Ah, child of boundless seas
What you are, what you’re meant to be
Speaks his name, though you were born to me
Born to me, Cassidy
Thank you Bob Weir
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream
Ah, child of countless trees
Ah, child of boundless seas
What you are, what you’re meant to be
Speaks his name, though you were born to me
Born to me, Cassidy
Thank you Bob Weir
Uma certa paranoia.
Alucinação.
Uma certa paranoia.
Alucinação.
sempre um desrespeito com vítimas de verdade
sempre um desrespeito com vítimas de verdade
But refreshing and hopeful to hear words of compassion in other settings
But refreshing and hopeful to hear words of compassion in other settings