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domingo, 23 de dezembro de 2012


The smell of coffee is on my brains
i cannot feel it, i cannot
It's only a mouth, but you know
It's a heart shaped mouth
I think I like it

I shouldn't worry, just don't worry
Anger doesn't define me
as well as lust doesn't define me
I shouldn't care, as a matter of fact, to define me at all
I guess I'll never be that cool

The kind of cool with dark shadows eyes and red hair
The kind of cool that have sex on the woods
But I guess it's cool too
At least I'm not going to die so soon
Will I?

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