.
We were born to die
Feet don't fail me now
Take me to the finish line
All my heart, it breaks every step that I take
But I'm hoping that the gates,
They'll tell me that you're mine
Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design?
I feel so alone on a Friday night
Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you're mine
It's like I told you honey
Don't make me sad, don't make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don't know why
Keep making me laugh,
Let's go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime
Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words
This is the last time
Cause you and I, we were born to die
U r d ciggarette n am d smoker
If you be the cash, I'll be the rubber band.
I'm the reporter baby, You could be the news,
'Cause you're the cigarette, And I'm the smoker.
We raise a bet, 'Cause you're the joker,
You are the chalk, And I can be the blackboard
You could be the talk, And I could be the walk.
Even when the sky comes falling,
Even when the sun don't shine,
I got faith in you and I,
So put your pretty little hand in mine.
Even when we're down to the wire babe,
Even when it do or die,
We could do it baby, simple and plain,
'Cause this love is a sure thing.
Одиночество…
Påsk. april. snö. feber. ensamhet. fuuuuck! Fryser om fötterna, men är för lat för att hämta en filt. Cigg och Sinead O'Conner är de som håller mig sällskap denna meningslösa kväll.
...life...
Young wild and free
Sooner or later that love is gonna make you blead
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Naked truth
Jag vill dansa som att ingen ser mig, skrika högt från toppen av Eiffeltornet, sola under stjärnorna, göra en ful tshirt och strussa runt med den på röda mattan, doppa tårna i stilla havet och falla fritt på en jättehög höstlöv.
NO REGRETS. NO SORROWS. NO DISAPPOINTMENTS.
Jag vill dansa som att ingen ser mig, skrika högt från toppen av Eiffeltornet, sola under stjärnorna, göra en ful tshirt och strussa runt med den på röda mattan, doppa tårna i stilla havet och falla fritt på en jättehög höstlöv.
NO REGRETS. NO SORROWS. NO DISAPPOINTMENTS.
