Texty:
Street Bulldogs Question Your Truth

Walking among the crowd (against the crowd) i feel so alone thinking about the things that happened to me there qere good things and bad things but now

Por um momento cheguei a pensar que tudo isso teria um fim Por ingenuidade ou talvez inocencia teria um final feliz O que me assusta e a pressao que

lie. Your blindness is a jail. You want to be a victim. The preacher smiles waiting for your ignorance. Try to walk with your own legs. Start it now. Try to see with your

for me I was looking for the things that you had already found The things you stole from me With a piece of my heart Stop - look - listen. That's your

you. Whenever you are afraid. I never thought it could be you, Things were working fine. Time has come one day And I looked at your face and said it

Afraid of being right. Movie's love is far away from the truth. But no one had a clue, any clue. To prove that physical contact inspires. These questions

I can't believe in my decisions And I'll keep trying all the time. Until I prove it to myself. You'd better go your own way And I'll go to the other