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[11. Jun 2006|07:58] |
you were here before, Couldn't look you in the eyes You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather In a beautiful world I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts, I wanna have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around You're so fuckin'special I wish I was special
But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh
She's running out the door ... She's running out she's run, run, run, run... run...
Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here
I don't belong here... |
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šī, šķiet ir visu laiku patiesākā dziesma par cilvēku, parasto.
ir cilveeki kam es asocieeshos ar shito gabalu uz muuzhiem:))
What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here...
asociācijas ir kaut kas pa vidu starp sapni un realitāti. no asām līdz vismaigākajām krāsām - kā nu kuram... ;)
your skin makes me cry
kad reti mazgaajaas tad no aadas smakas asaro acis:D
labi, ka ar šādu lietu man nav nācies sastapties ;) ceru, ka arī nenāksies, gh ;D | |