3 acessos
Tell me how a wall breaks into pieces small enough to throw
And feast your eyes and tell me
You don't worry like I do.
Don't' you worry like I do.
Is it the eyes that play tricks or the soul that plays dead?
Which one, I don't know.
So don't worry like I do.
Don't lose your voice
To keep from rising up
To keep from rising up
Oh, to keep from rising up
To keep from rising up
As guilty as two crossed wires, it never ceases to make sense
But we can still follow suit
So don't you worry like I do.
Don't you worry like I do.
So don't you worry like I do.