isso não é para ser diário...

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{a vida sem musica é um equivoco}
nietzche

czwartek, kwietnia 24, 2003

awhile:

"throw yourself from skin to skin
and still it doesn't dull the pain
vanish like a lipstick trace
It always blows me away.

every cloud is grey,
dreams of yesterday,
come home, come home,
come home, come home,
come home, come home,
come home, come home.

always goes against the grain
and i can try and deny it
give a monkey half a brain
and still he's bound to fry it
now the happening scene is dead
i used to want to be there too

every sky is blue,
but not for me and you,
come home, come home,
come home, come home,
come home, come home,
come home, come home"
<come home - placebo>

i could be better
i could do better...

i don't

said and done Unknown # 7:59 PM

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czwartek, kwietnia 24, 2003

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