In the playground children sing their songs and skin their knees play, little monsters, play i remember doing just the same so many years ago and the things they'd say i could handle sticks and stones but those words still break my bones little monsters that rule the world you don't know what you're really saying stop before someone ends up getting hurt can't you see that we're only playing i remember i was just another monster without life 'til the day you came dirty creatures, tiny animals that crawl towards the light don't you ever change little monsters that rule the world you don't know what you're really saying stop before someone ends up getting hurt can't you see that we're only playing one day you will have to go you'll have to learn to live alone i can't hold your hand anymore i can't always kiss you better time to stand on your own two feet time to see just where they get you deep inside i'm still the same just one more little monster making out that she knows the rules a sincere impostor. Charlotte Gainsbourg
...e esgravata.
sexta-feira, 18 de abril de 2008
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- _________________________lingerie lírica.
- _________________________ ânimo.
- canto. berro. grito. e canto.
- para hoje. para sempre. a música do sempre.
- __________________________ dog roses.
- ____________________um dia passado...
- __________________________de ninguém.
- ______________________do não sei quê.
- ____________________________obsession.
- ______________________little monsters.
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- ____________________projecto de vida:
- _________________________ ma petite princese.
- __________do "living".
- _____________algodão doce ao quadrado.
- ________________________bilhetinho a/c.
- __________________________in a manner of speaking.
- _________________BRIGID BERLIM [Polk]. Scars.
- __________________________recortes.
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- ______________________flashback#2
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- pondera-se: novo modus operandi.
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- ______________________nothing came out.
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4 comentários:
É mesmo parecida com a tua mãe!
Jokas
com uma pequenina-grande-diferença... a minha mãe além de ser perfeita é a mulher mais bonita do mundo.
**teus
A minha não lhe fica atrás!! :P
...dizes tu. :P
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