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The Virgins Fernando Pando

crowds push and shove down the street in a bus fume haze building for a new day what'll become of you and me, our love? i wanna shout from the roof

I was pushed and shoved down the street in a bus fume haze They're building for a new day What will become of you and me My love I want to shout from

: I was pushed and shoved down the street in a bus fume haze They're building for a new day What will become of you and me My love I want to shout from