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sexta-feira, 18 de julho de 2014

M.O.D. - True Colors





True Colors
M.O.D.

Opportunities arise, open your
eyes don't decline.
Open the door.
What's right for you may not be
what's right for me.
Ultimatums shown us or them I don't know.
Open the door.
Take our hands cause you know
we're your friends.
You call me a friend, but stab
me in the back again.
From this deed now I learn.
On you, my back I never turn.
What was mine was always yours.
But you're slammin' all the doors.
True colors my are growing bright.
But you're still stuck in a grey life.
Jealousy, can't you see what it's done.
Open the doors.
I thought I knew, what kind of friend are you.
Honesty flows through me - with purity.
Open the doors.
Once again, we were friends, we're through.
Because of you and your
TRUE COLORS.
Let them shine.

Meaning: Being a true friend.