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lilav_skorpionNov 29, 2002
you didn''t know what to say to yourself love is a poverty you couldn''t sell misery waiting in vague hotels to be evicted някъде край средиземноморието със счупена китара. чаровна песен. чакам утре вечерта.за да се похиля. отдавна не ми бяха казвали че приличам на бек. now you''ve had your fun under an air-conditioned sun it''s burned into your eyes leaves you plain and left behind see them eyes and fall into the jaws of a pestilent love ще издиря от какво е този звук в началото. влезе в клетъчната мембрана на всяка клетка от тялото ми. лека нощ. you''re out of luck you''re singing funeral songs to the studs they''re anabolic and bronze they seem to strut in their millennial fogs ''til they fall down and deflate м я у