There's 52 ways to murder anyone One or two are the same, And they both work as well I'm coming clean for Amy, Julie doesn't scream as well And the cops won't listen all night And so maybe, maybe I'll be over Just as soon as I fill them all in
And I can remember when I saw her last We were running all around and having a blast But the back seat of the drive-in Is so lonely without you I know when you're home I was thinking about you, There was was something I forgot to say I was crying on a Saturday night I was out cruising without you, They were playing our song Crying on Saturday night
As the moon becomes the night time You go viciously, quietly away I'm sitting in the bedroom, Where we used to sit and smoke cigarettes Now I'm watching, watching you die
I can remember when I saw her last We were running all around and having a blast But the back seat of the drive-in Is so lonely without you I know when you're home I was thinking about you, There was was something I forgot to say I was crying on a Saturday night I was out cruising without you, They were playing our song
Crying on Saturday night
18 días para BARILO
3 para el qmple de mi mejor amiga
otro par más para......
Llevando una doble vida me siento mal cuando veo a mis hijos tristes al verme llegar y me reprochan papa no viniste a cenar mama esta llorando no se quiere levantar...
viernes, 29 de agosto de 2008
Busco un amor de verdad.. verdad tengo amor para dar y muchos besos siempre habra en mis brazos dormirás mis manos te acariciaran,
Busco un amor de verdad que no me haga llorar,
Que le pueda contar que me gusta cantar escribiere una canción con nuestra historia de amor,
Pero no esta.. no la puedo encontrar donde estara.. mi amor donde estara
Busco Amor.. no quiero mas solito estar Busco Amor.. no quiero mas solito estar
Y tu donde estas que yo no te puedo encontrar
Que le pueda contar que me gusta cantar escribiere una canción con nuestra historia de amor,
Pero no esta.. no la puedo encontrar donde estara.. mi amor donde estara
Busco Amor.. no quiero mas solito estar Busco Amor.. no quiero mas solito estar
Y tu donde estas que yo no te puedo encontrar.
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You're some kind of beautiful stranger You could be good for me I have a taste for danger If I'm smart then I'll run away But Im not so I guess I'll stay Heaven forbid I take my chance on a beautiful stranger
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?