quinta-feira, 12 de março de 2009

Brightside, Mr

Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drug
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
And I just can't lookIt's killing me
And taking control...

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