quarta-feira, 18 de junho de 2003

Esse feriado chega sem vontade de chegar. Sem muitos planos, nada de especial. Precisando dos amigos.

Band: The Cure
Music: Prayers for Rain

you shatter me your grip on me a hold on me
so dull it kills you stifle me infectious sense of
hopelessness and prayers for rain i suffocate i
breathe in dirt and nowhere shines but desolate
and drab the hours all spent on killing time
again all waiting for the rain
you fracture me your hands on me a touch so
plain so stale it kills you strangle me entangle
me in hopelessness and prayers for rain i
deteriorate i live in dirt and nowhere glows but
drearily and tired the hours all spent on killing
time again all waiting for the rain

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