sexta-feira, 27-11-2009 @ 15:53 @ 1 Comentário Sem categoria @ 124 palavras
“Things are shaping up to be pretty odd Little deaths in musical beds So it seems I’m someone I’ve never met You will only hear these elegant crimes Fall on your ears from criminal dimes They spill unfound from a pretty mouth Everybody gets there and everybody gets their And everybody gets their way I [...]