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Porque há coisas que às vezes ficam por contar...

quinta-feira, 25 de janeiro de 2007

Velhos tempos, que já não voltam mais...

I want you to know, that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me
Would she go down on you in a theatre
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother

Cause the love that you gave, that we made, wasn't able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, till you died
But you're still alive

And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
And are you thinking of me when you fuck her?

Cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me
And I'm not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes, and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it...well can you feel it?


At sexta-feira, janeiro 26, 2007, Blogger Iguana said...

Olá babe, hoje decidi voltar à blogosfera, actualizar o iguana e deixar alguns comentários. Portanto, aqui vai uma força porque já percebi que deves estar a passar uma fase complicada.
Bjs e já sabes que qq coisa que precises, conta comigo


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