FUCK OFF...give me some sin
CADA HISTORIA TIENE UN FINAL, PERO EN LA VIDA UN FINAL TIENE UN NUEVO COMIENZO
lunes, 28 de abril de 2008
I wish that you didn't love me no more, i've been dead for years, i wish that you didn't own me no more, i've been here before. tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will i die on a rope? tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die? No, I won't! tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die on a rope? tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die? i want to draw the blood from your neck, spill the lies in your bed. i will give you a holy white rose, cut the tongue from your head. tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will i die on a rope? tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die? No, I won't! tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die on a rope? tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die? i belong to a line of red scent, teach the heart to reflect. the wound is wise for primal black eyes, there's a scarlet letter in my chest.
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you can play my game if you just tell me your name but i'll put you to shame
I almost broke my highest score when you walked through that door, i lost my game and you're to blame, i could have been in the hall of fame
Let's play ball we don't need a court, just you and me baby full contact sport, and there's no ref to tell us to stop, so we can play until we drop
Let's play ball we don't need a court, just you and me baby full contact sport, and there's no ref to tell us to stop, so we can play until we drop
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