Young George Harrison,
Coming out of the rain,
He´s exiting the screen,
He´s entering the dream,

Too many songs to play and deal with,
A cup of coffee, litting a cigarrette,
He wants to know all team´s scores,
A girl with blue eyes to tell him all stories.

He closes his eyes and wander,
All the gurus sitting on the way to frozen montains,

All the lessons to learn, nothing to teach,
Nothing to say, and there´s one more song...

Young George Harrison,
We have both seen the same rain.

Escrito por Caio às 20h09
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