.:o muro da dedé:.

la chanson de la semaine

well I don't feel better
when I'm fucking around
and I don't write better
when I'm stuck in the ground
so don't teach me a lesson
cause I've already learned
yeah the sun will be shining
and my children will burn

oh the heart beats in its cage

i don't want what you want
i don't feel what you feel
see I'm stuck in a city
but I belong in a field

yeah we got left, left,left, left,left, left, left
now it's three in the morning and you're eating alone
oh the heart beats in its cage

all our friends, they're laughing at us
all of those you loved you mistrust
help me I'm just not quite myself
look around there's no one else left
i went to the concert and I fought through the crowd
guess I got too excited when I thought you were around

oh he gets left, left, left, left, left, left, left
i'm sorry you were thinking I would steal your fire.

oh the heart beats in its cage
yes the heart beats in its cage
alright
oh the heart beats in its cage

{heart in a cage, the strokes}

domingo, setembro 21, 2003

Tô triste. Bem triste. E muito chateada também. Domingo é um dia chato demais, eu to chateada e triste demais... Não vale nem a pena escrever nessa bosta.

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.:o muro da dedé:.

domingo, setembro 21, 2003

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