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«Thinking aloud»

16 апреля´08 21:09 Просмотров: 299 Комментариев: 0
Memories...are just like an old slide show,
They open our hide dreams and fallen desires.
Lost… deep inside I feel so lost
It’s like a moth on fire.
*We are hiding from the truth,
This aesthetic lust killing so softly,
Making us dying from the first cold breath of autumn.
Hide from the truth that can be seen mostly
Through the empty glass of rotten absinthe.*
Words and I feel deja vu,
Knowing soon you’ll be mine,
I’ve been waiting for you,
So kiss my lips and blow me into cry…
*We are hiding from the truth,
This aesthetic lust killing so softly,
Making us dying from the first cold breath of autumn.
Hide from the truth that can be seen mostly
Through the empty glass of rotten absinthe.*





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