I've watched them starting all over again twice
like honeymooners without statement
crumbling through all shattered noise
sprout of the nonsense grill tonight
creaking self sexed honeymoon door
obsessed tooth fairy wannabe
getting rid of herself beneath
the twilight outlet, the crook's no one out there.
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Para mi, pero comparto con el Parangaricutirimicuaro. Me quedo con la letra, pero te regalo la musiquita y la armonÃa de voz: Give up the fight, there are no second chances (...this time, I might...) to ask the sea for answers. These bonds are shackle free, wrapped in lust and lunacy. Tiny touch of jealousy, these bonds are shackle free.
Oye, en unas semanas celebraremos. Lo prometo :)
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