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keep loving meHace 14 años
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- Frambuesa Boina
- Del Condado del viejo Oeste, Buenos Aires, Argentina
- Jaja otro blog más, como empezar? bueno en este blog voi a contar mi día a día como un diario intimo pero en internet ya que hoy todos publican con libertad sus emosiones, sentimientos y secretos mas profundos en la red por que yo no?
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I saw her, yeah I saw her with her black tongue tiedRound the rosesFist pounding on a vending machineToy diamond ring stuck on her fingerWith a noose she can hang from the sunAnd put it out with her dark sunglassesWalking crooked down the beachShe spits on the sand where their bones are bleachingAnd I know I´m gonna steal her eyeShe doesn´t even know what´s wrongAnd I know I´m gonna make her dieTake her where her soul belongsAnd I know I´m gonna steal her eyeNothing that I wouldn´t tryMy..... girlMy..... girlI saw her, yeah I saw her with her hands tied backAnd her rags were burningCrawling out from a landfilled lifeScrawlin her name upon the ceilingThrow a coin in a fountain of dustWhite noise, her ears are ringingGot a ticket for a midnight hangingThrow a bullet from a freight train leavingAnd I know I´m gonna steal her eyeShe doesn´t even know what´s wrongAnd I know I´m gonna make her dieTake her where her soul belongsAnd I know I´m gonna steal her eyeNothing that I would not tryMy..... girl
HELL YES
Looking for my placeOn assembly linesFake prizesRisin out of the bombholesSkeleton boys hyped up on purpleSmoke rings blow from across the discoBank notes burn like broken equipmentLookin for shelter readjust your positionThought control ghost written confessionsTwo dimensions dumb your head downDuck don´t look now company missilesPower is raunchy rent-a-cops are watchingMakin their dreams out of paper macheCliche wasted hate taste testedHell yes I´m movin this way I´m doin this thing(please enjoy)Hell yes I´m turnin it onI´m workin my legs hell yesI´m callin you out I´m switchin my plates(please enjoy)Hell yesI´m cleanin the floor my beat is correctStretched to the limit attention spansSnap back retract collapse into laugh tracksNoise response applause and hand clapsFloodgates open to the sound of the rainbowBreaking points on the verge of pointlessFools anointed to the followers fanfareLook for the common not superficialCode red cola war conformity crisisPerfunctory idols rewriting their biblesWith magic markers running out of their inkLives in white outTurn the lights outFax machine anthems get your damn hands upHell yes I´m movin this way I´m doin this thing(please enjoy)Hell yes I´m turnin it on I´m workin my legsHell yes I´m callin you out I´m switchin my plates(please enjoy)Hell yesI´m cleanin the floorMy beat is correct
GO IT ALONE
I´m comin overSee me down at the stationBy the laneWith my hands in my pocketJingling a wish coinThat I stole from a fountainThat was drowning all the cares in the worldWhen I get olderClimbin up on the back porch fenceJust to see the dogs runninWith a ring and a questionAnd my shiverin voice is singingThru a crack in the windowI better go it aloneDown on the cornerSee me standinOn a makeshift roadWith the dust storm blowinIn a long black shadowPull a hammer from a coal mineDown where your daddy was workinComb my hair backStrike a match on a bathroom wallWhere my number was writtenDrivin on the sidewalkLookin back and the sky is burningIn my rearview mirrorI better go it alone
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