I asked her to stay but she wouldn't listen And she left before I had the chance to say The words that would mend the things that were broken But now
je parle plus fort, fausse face dehors. Avant que je te sorte un shit, crisse de twit Tu badtrip juste parce qu'icitte, c'est sans reglement, sans arbitre
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: I asked her to stay but she wouldn't listen She left before I had the chance to say (Oh) The words that would mend the things that were broken But
: I was a postal worker from May until July I left because of allergies - the letters made me cry 8am on Fridays, 6am the rest Postal for the two months
: Music won't save you from anything but silence Not from heartbreak, not from violence
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: It's the same dream that lasts all night but I can only keep this It's Halloween and I'm chasing you round the other kids On a moonlit lawn in a skull
: The season is long and i've got the chills The city steps back, replaced by the hills There's snow on my heart and snow on my pills The season is long
: There are more people alive now than have ever lived I read that somewhere and instantly thought it impossible but if it were to be true I wonder that
: Breaking Winter up by shooting numbers from the clock The cat sleeps on the atlas in Alsace Lorraine, dreaming long grass and birds on the wire I have
: In travel, there are traps When I'm writing in the back Beneath the rain, between the maps My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong I loved
: He lived a boy's life He loved his "Camp Mohawk" on Viele`s Creek And he loved to work on problems, drifting in his canoe Lightning days He hated formalities
In meinem Herzen ist es jetzt auf einmal leer geworden. Es gibt kein guten Morgen, fur mich gibt es nur noch Sorgen. Ich denk' zuruck und ich schei?
Me la meno malamente con sta gente famosa, me la meno ma a me almeno non mi menano in strada me la meno con le mini imitazioni che mi fanno me la meno