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Woods

Gustavo Bustermann

People walk among the trees
They sit and rest on the grass
Sunlight falls across the paths

I don't want to leave this now
You know I feel at peace somehow

Boys talk and girls play
Friends meet, picnic and enjoy the day
People feel free to be themselves

I don't want to leave this now
You know I feel at peace somehow

You ask me why we shed our clothes
It's just the sky, it's just the air
We stick around where the green grass grows

Composição: Gustavo Bustermann