sexta-feira, 13 de novembro de 2009

...nothing hurts like your mouth!

"All your mental armor drags me down...
We can't breathe when you come around
All your mental armor drags me down...
Nothing hurts like your mouth."
The longest kiss
Peeling furniture days
Drift madly to you
Pollute my heart drain
You have broken in me
Broken in ME
(...)
You have soul machine!
do extinto Bush (não... não é o ex-presidente!)
Ninna... against all your mental armor... da certeza para o medo.

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