A Slice of Walk

I walk the road
I walk the cold night
I walk the tears
I walk the wind
I walk the noise
I walk the silence

Savage Garden in my head
Keeps mumbling Santa Monica

On the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything I wanna be
I can be a super model or Norman Miller
And you wouldn’t know the difference

You know I can walk miles and more
But you know that I will always go home
Because you know there lays my soul.


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jangan sungkan kalau mau komen :)

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