sábado, 27 de fevereiro de 2010

Words from others that could be mine.

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 I'm not calling you a liar,

Just don't lie to me.

I'm not calling you a thief,

Just don't steal from me,

I'm not calling you a ghost,

Just stop haunting me,

And i'll love you so much,

I'm gonna let you,

Kill me.

 

There's a ghost in my lungs

And it sighs in my sleep,

Wraps itself around my tongue,

as it softly speaks

then it walks,

then it walks with my legs

 

To Fall,

To Fall,

To Fall, at your feet.

(…)

 And when you kiss me, i'm happy enough to die.

 (…)

 there's a ghost in my mouth and it talks in my sleep

wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks

then it walks,

then it walks,

then it walks with my legs

 (…)

 and when you kiss me i am happy enough

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