Pétalas de rosa carregadas pelo vento...Um amor tão puro carregou meu pensamento.
sábado, 28 de março de 2009
I was sayin let me out of here before I was even born--it's such a gamble when you get a face It's fascinatin to observe what the mirror does but when I dine it's for the wall that I set a place I belong to the blank generation and I can take it or leave it each time I belong to the ______ generation but I can take it or leave it each time Triangles were fallin at the window as the doctor cursed He was a cartoon long forsaken by the public eye The nurse adjusted her garters as I breathed my first The doctor grabbed my throat and yelled, "God's consolation prize!" I belong to the blank generation and I can take it or leave it each time I belong to the ______ generation but I can take it or leave it each time To hold the t.v. to my lips, the air so packed with cash then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot To lose my train of thought and fall into your arms' tracks and watch beneath the eyelids every passing dot I belong to the blank generation and I can take it or leave it each time I belong to the ______ generation but I can take it or leave it each time I belong to the blank generation and I can take it or leave it each time I belong to the ______ generation but I can take it or leave it each time top
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