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viernes, agosto 17, 2007

Mozz the boss...

On returning, i can't believe this world is still turning, the pressure's on, because the pleasure hasn't gone

And i'm, not sorry for, for the things i've done
And i'm, not looking for, just anyone

On competing, oh, when will this tired heart stop beating?, it's all a game, existence is only a game

And i'm, not sorry for, for the things i've done
And i'm, not looking for, just anyone

I'm, slipping below the water line,
i'm, slipping below the water line
Reach for my hand, and, and the race is won
Reject my hand, and, the damage is done

I'm, slipping below the water line
I'm, slipping below the water line

The man of my dreams, he, he never came along
The man of my dreams, well, there never was one


And i'm, not sorry for, for the things i've said
There's a wild woman in my head, there's a wild woman in my head

1 Comments:

Blogger Villanueva quizo decir...

... Me Hablas De Morrissey Y Muero.

19 agosto, 2007 06:25  

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