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can relations be edited?
posted by Vinqo Denken at 7:33 PM
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
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8 Comments:
oh my lover, don't you know it's alright you can love her, and you can love me at the same time much to discover, i know you don't have the time oh my lover' don't you know it's alright
oh my sweet thing, oh my honey thighs give me your troubles, i'll keep them with mine take at your liesure, take whatever you can find but oh my sweet thing, don't you know it's alright
what's that color, forming around your eyes? waltz my lover, tell me that it's alright just another, before you go, go away oh my lover, why don't you just say my name
no, there is no way it can be edited, i tried it, there is no way, only pure love my love, you are telling me the truth, but i am deaf and blind, i love you to death, all my lovers...
i love you so much that i can't discover
it was always last year....
lost upon the flame, my love
lost upon the flame
You think you're denying me of something
Well I've got plenty
You're the one who's missing out
But you won't notice
'Til after five years
If you'll live that long
You'll wake up
All loveless
I dare you
To take me on
I dare you
To show me your palms
I'm so bored with cowards
That say they want
Then they can't handle
You can't handle love
You can't handle love
You just can't handle
I dare you
To take me on
I dare you
To show me your palms
What's so scary ?
Not a threat in sight
You just can't handle
You can't handle love
You can't handle love, baby
You can't handle love
It's obvious
You can't handle
I dare you
To take me on
I dare you
To show me your palms
I'm so bored of cowards
That say they want
Then they can't handle
You can't handle love, baby
You can't handle love,
It's obvious
You can't handle
I dare you, I dare you
I dare you, I dare you
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...
Uno se despide insensiblemente de pequeñas cosas,
lo mismo que un árbol en tiempos de otoño se queda sin hojas.
Al fin la tristeza es la muerte lenta de las simples cosas,
esas cosas simples que quedan doliendo en el corazón.
Uno vuelve siempre a los viejos sitios donde amó la vida,
y entonces comprende como están de ausentes las cosas queridas.
Por eso muchacha no partas ahora soñando el regreso,
que el amor es simple, y a las cosas simples las devora el tiempo.
Demórate aquí, en la luz mayor de este mediodía,
donde encontrarás con el pan al sol la mesa tendida.
Por eso muchacha no partas ahora soñando el regreso,
que el amor es simple, y a las cosas simples las devora el tiempo.
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