Junior Battles
Architecture
Though we wake in these streetsGot dreams strapped to our feetAnd they told you you'd grow up to beAnything that you want to be So you spilled your guts on the telephone And all you got a dial toneWe'll still have ourselves when we don't own anything elseStill have ourselves when we don't own anything elseWe'll still have ourselves when we don't own anything elseWe'll still have ourselves when we don't own anything else
From Letras Mania