WILKINSON, Manda ver, Sr. Braithwaite!(cantado)Ninguém nasce pra estarSó num

You may not believe itBut I don't believe in miracles anymoreAnd

goodbye to Oz and everything you ownCalifornia dreamin' is

breath is a prayer of some kindI breathe in,

met on a rainy evening in the summertimeDon't think

hear it every dayOnce upon a time they sayOnce

the day we arrive on the planetAnd blinking, step

can hear your heartPounding in my earNow I feel

Wise men sayIt looks like rain todayIt crackled on the speakersAnd

the quiet silent seconds I, I turned off the

Nala? Where have you gone!? Please don't do this

down never seems to be that hardFalling short is

you see the first man on the moon?Have you

jean baby, L.A. lady, she was a seamstress for the

the pines will be falling everywhereVillage children fight each

Não há muito que eu não dividiCom  você, por onde andeiE 

The more I learn, the more I seeThe less the world

This is the moment when the gods expect meTo beg for

lie about who they loveSome lie about the truthSome

When I die and they lay me to restGonna go to