Letra de White Glass
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I'm a blackbird singing on a riverbank
I'm a vulture hanging in the wind
In the last gray folds of a summer in silence
In a night so dark
I'm a rider holding on a horse
I'm the rush of the branches right above the road
You unfold like a scorpion shining
In a night so dark
And curled to strike
I'm a vulture hanging in the wind
In the last gray folds of a summer in silence
In a night so dark
I'm a rider holding on a horse
I'm the rush of the branches right above the road
You unfold like a scorpion shining
In a night so dark
And curled to strike
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