19.5.05

 

Volto sempre a isto. Sempre.

A heart that's full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you,bruises that won't heal. You look so tired-unhappy, bring down the government, they don't, they don't speak for us.I'll take a quiet life,a handshake of carbon monoxide, with no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, Silent silence. This is my final fit,my final bellyache, with no alarms and no surprises,no alarms and no surprises,no alarms and no surprises please. Such a pretty house and such a pretty garden. No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises please.

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Isso por aí deve estar pesado. Pelo menos deixa a porta da garagem aberta.
 
e posso eu dizer que voltas a isso e muito bem!
 
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