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Fortune
- Headache
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"Strumming my pain with his fingers,
singing my life with his words,
killing me softly with his song,
killing me softly with his song,
telling my whole life with his words,
killing me softly with his song"
Вот только этого мне не хватало
*поет*
singing my life with his words,
killing me softly with his song,
killing me softly with his song,
telling my whole life with his words,
killing me softly with his song"
Вот только этого мне не хватало
*поет*I am what you see
I am not what they say
But if I turned out to be
Could you love me anyway
Standing in none of this hope in your heart
Will just wake up and ask for me by name
Maybe some day will ask for me by name
Just not today(c)
I am not what they say
But if I turned out to be
Could you love me anyway
Standing in none of this hope in your heart
Will just wake up and ask for me by name
Maybe some day will ask for me by name
Just not today(c)
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Алира Ромеосская
- Discordia
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- Зарегистрирован: 29 июл 2007, 13:38
- Откуда: Poet County Jail
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Тут топора нед( мы вчера искали, так и не нашлиПестец, а нам в Леди внепланово задали Муму 
Зато я такую итерику закатала, что во-первых, не писала сочинение, во-вторых, выходила из класса, когда конец читали вслух 
Зато я такую итерику закатала, что во-первых, не писала сочинение, во-вторых, выходила из класса, когда конец читали вслух Put a stake through my heart!
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer
Swansong for the Wish of Night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer
Swansong for the Wish of Night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed