A menina abriu o armário e tirou quatro ovos. Cozido? Estrelado? Mexido? Escalfado? Hoje vai comê-lo cru.
domingo, 23 de agosto de 2009
Let it die
...and get out of my mind
We don't see eye to eye
Or hear ear to ear
Don't you wish that we could forget that kiss ?
And see this for what it is
That we're not in love
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start
It was hard to tell just how I felt
To not recognize myself
I started to fade away
And after all it won't take long to fall in love
Now I know what I don't want
I learned that with you
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start
The tragedy starts from the very first spark
Losing your mind for the sake of your heart
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start
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1 comentário:
eu gosto da Feist
já conhecia a mile ano...
abs,
>¨<
brrrrr...........
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