antes que eu me esqueça...
vai tomar no cu. criancice pra mim chega. eu sou paga pra cuidar de criança, não tenho que aturar imaturidade de graça, muito menos de gente grande.
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}
les memoires de dedé
liens
- Pour voire
- meu fotolog
- dedesauras
- ai mamãe
- loveful francis
- mortadela e salaminho
- primas de prima
- flickr photos
- Pour lire
- meu livejournal
- bá
- evão do caminhão
- henrique
- ian
- jups
- leo costela
- lívia
- mari pê
- mirunita
- mobi
- neusa
- pedro
- saia justa
- shala-la
- super zuleide
- tatanca
- wormgirl
- Pour écouter
- beastie boys
- dead fish
- los hermanos
- morte asceta
- mr lady
- ordinaria hit
- vietnamita
le journal
- lost
- ritos versus mitos
- é foda.
- fuck it
- da arte de perder tempo na net, cap.34784738-1
- não sei por que escrevo sobre isso, mas...
- lonely and tired
- eu escrevi pra caralho a palavra "verdade" nesse ú...
- she´s so very 'i don´t care'
- her name is lola...
.:o muro da dedé:.
:: diário de uma pós adolescente urbana:: feel free.
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