Now they come to Brasil.
Period.
Blog Day, just for the record.
Scream I take a minute to tell you right And you can say what you want You turn around every night So now you're always going off Doesn't matter what I done Or if I even crossed the line You start to holler, going for blood Boy , it doesn't have to be a fight Throwing out the blame when you know it ain't my fault Messing with my brain when you want to see me fall There may come a time when I don't bother you at all It isn't my call, it isn't my call Hey, why you keep screaming at the top of your head? I say hey, why you keep screaming at the top of your head? (...) Silence is golden I used to think that silence was golden
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