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janeiro 24, 2007
peeking the pace
for how long can you breathe underwater
... hold your cry in front of the computer screen
who, when will the next disappointment crash and burn your soul
is it crude or real like existence always is,
or are you waiting for the big things next
time is always wasted on you by someone else
and there is no lyric for the unsung
go through life holding scissorhands
Publicado por inquilino às janeiro 24, 2007 05:45 PM