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A monte, como sempre.
Deixa estar; já estou habituado...

"I write this alone on my bed
I've poisoned every room in the house
The place is quiet and so alone
Pretend there's something worth waiting for
There's nothing nice in my head
The adult world took it all away
Wake up with same spit in my mouth
Cannot tell if it is real or not
I try and walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity"

'From Despair to Where', Manic Street Preachers

Publicado por PmA em outubro 31, 2004 01:10 AM