Quello che hai qui di fronte. è un uomo e tu lo sai. non mi fai più neanche. paura ormai.. . L'uomo che hai qui di fronte. è un uomo e tu lo sai. non gli fai più neanche.
Dove sei. Cosa fai. Dove vai. Come mai. E' da un'ora che ti sto chiamando. Non lo so. Ma con te. Non si sa mai perché. Non sei mai dove stavi dicendo.
Si imbosca tra le nuvole. Rimescola le regole. Nessuno sa se viene o se va. Non mette in mostra i muscoli. Non crede negli oroscopi. Non guarda i film già visti, lei.
C'era una volta una favola antica. quasi da tutti ormai dimenticata. che continuava a volare nell'aria. aspettando colui. che l'avrebbe di nuovo narrata.
E Laura aspetta un figlio per natale. E tutto il resto adesso può aspettare. Perché Laura adesso deve. Solamente riposare e forse. Smetterà anche di fumare.
Non sono per le cose che finiscono. non compatisco quelle che non durano. non sono per le cose che ti lasciano. all' improvviso "solo". non amo questo mondo che si muove.
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Stacy's got a brand new girl. She likes to play with sugar. 'til it makes sweet pearls. She likes to taste the danger. Makes her feel complete. You like to be the resonance.
Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall. Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall. It wasn't very high couldna been more than four years old.
Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall. Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall. It wasn't very high couldna been more than four years old.
Corrupt my hope. In joyous hell. Between the lines. Lick cream that smells. . I wish you weren't so beautiful in my eyes. (Crawling down my spine to make u stay).
Two coloured eyes, blind race of ice. Unturned my swallowed intent, f**king my sense up, interrogance. he fist will hold my world let 'em go, into his world.
Sometimes all the moments, that we savoured for the last,. get crushed between the good & bad, from pressures we have had,. but you know I can't conceive the day, when feeling run too high,.
Sometimes all the moments. That we savoured for the last. Get crushed between the good and bad. From pressures we have had. . But you know I can't conceive the day.
Somewhere along the line we lost. Individuality paid the cost. Close enough to inhale the security. It's always. Too far away. . Breed upon. Culture sickness.
It's coming through the air. For all of us to hear. Could it be the sounds of liberation. Or just the image of detention. . We want the airwaves back.
With my faced smashed against the concrete. I kinda find it hard to speak. The inevitable freedom of oppression. and I stay down.. . Kneel down to our masters.
Is there a single thing. That'd make you comprehend. As long as we shut up. We still sanction them?. . My silence will convict me. My silence will convict me.
Drive down the street can't find the keys to my own fucking home.. I'll take a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb.. I'll make a right, after the arches, stinking grease and bone..
clouds roll by. reeling is what they say ... or is it just my way?. wind blows by .... low light ... sidetracked ... low light. can't see my tracks, your scent way back.