sexta-feira, setembro 21, 2007


"Is it wicked not to care when they say that you're mistaken
Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there?
Is it wicked not to care when you've wasted many hours
Talking endlessly to anyone that's there?
I know the truth awaits me But still I hesitate because of fear
Skipping tickets making rhymes
Is that all that you believe in?
Wearing rags to make you pretty by design Rusting armour for effect
It's not fun to watch the rust grow
For it will all be over when you're dead"
Belle and Sebastian

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Ana Oshiro disse...

Oi pequena Sophia!