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sábado, 27 de março de 2010

love sucks, love hurts, love.. fucks you.

do you remember when we were as this?
because of that i am going home
going home my love
no one knows what is to be so sad and so alone
going home baby, going hoooo-ooome

i cry for what they said
i know its only true
no one hides the game
and hurts to love you

you shine
you are mine
your blood is aching
all the time

you feel
your peel
burning down and still
Still you don’t move anywhere


what the fucking are you thinking ?

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