quarta-feira, 7 de setembro de 2011


"And eyes too wise, our lips were tied,
there's whiskey on her breath.
And she whispers, 'Don't stop yet.'
And she arched her back and says,
'And don't think this is forever,
just until I take him back.'

And I don't know what you see in me
because behind these eyes it's black.
And there's nothing left to take from here
because addictions they won't give it back."

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