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sexta-feira, janeiro 27, 2006

Booth And The Bad Angel

Bola Oito disse...: Old Ways
Somedays I fly like a bird
Everything flows and love is a verb
Nothing is static the breach is birthed
By these old ways

Somedays I fall from the sky
Shoot myself down when I fly so high
Trash my acheivements
Wish I could die
To these old ways

Wash away your past with warm tears
Let them fall from your eyes
Wash your past with a laugh dear
Your laugh can make us fly

Somedays I put myself down
Question my purpose, design a new shroud
Feel like an actor who's faking new ground
In an old play

Somedays you burst my balloon
Feel so dejected like I have come too soon
Can't walk the line between user and used
So I used you

Dear child when you were born
I looked for signs arising from this storm
Dear child I heard your call
You gave me back my heart
and I walked out the door

My God I'm calling to you
The journey was hard but then we broke through
I really do move in mysterious ways
And so do you

All this fear, I can't find my truth here
All this fear, we will clear

WE WILL CLEAR; janeiro 27, 2006 4:20 p.m.
maria condado disse...: por 1 euro.

lolol; janeiro 30, 2006 12:42 p.m.
Bola Oito disse...: Por 1,72 euros.

Saldos da Valentim de Carvalho.

:D:D

Só pq a caixa de plástico estava toda desfeita! Ehehehehe!

Independentement disto, é extraordinariamente bom o raio do álbum. Só conhecia uma canção, gostava dela e tudo, e vim a saber que nem sequer é das melhores do raio do disco. Muito fixe!; janeiro 30, 2006 4:26 p.m.

sexta-feira, janeiro 27, 2006