I forgot what my father saidI forgot what he said
I forgot what my mother said
As we lay on your bed
A city full of flowers
A city full of rain
I got seven days to live my life or seven ways to die
I forgot what my brother said
I forgot what he said
I don't regret anything at all
I remember how he wept
On a bridge of violent people
I was small enough to cry
I got seven days to live my life or seven ways to die
Hold my face before you
Still my trembling heart
Seven days to live my life or seven ways to die
The Gods forgot they made me
So I forgot them too
I listen to their shadows
I play among their graves
My heart is never broken
My patience never tried
I got seven days to live my life or seven ways to die
Seven days to live my life or seven ways to die
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
David Bowie - Seven
They always say don't believe in ex-smokers and ex-communists.
I say don't believe in ex-melancholic people.
As Vergílio Ferreira, i still hear the canticles and i think i won't never stop to listen them... but i hope, in a murderous manner, i hope...
I say don't believe in ex-melancholic people.
As Vergílio Ferreira, i still hear the canticles and i think i won't never stop to listen them... but i hope, in a murderous manner, i hope...
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They also say "look for happiness inside someone else's eyes" and shit like those...
Many people try to look for what isn't there and other people just don't see what they've got.
This is really confusing me now...
Viele Küsse!
Raquel
funny - I found your blog coincidentally. It looks we think in one direction )
http://mil-y-unanoche.livejournal.com/42671.html
lol)
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