It's in the palm of my new hand, it's out
You're mostly what I think about and I'm proud
I've been coasting on this singles route
But I still hear your name in wedding bells
Will I look better or will I look the same rotting in hell?
You're the only proper noun I need
Hurry, my copper crown's gone green
Pull me, pull me on out of this tree
I'm stuck up a branch waiting
Clearly caught between two things unclear to me
[...]
Twenty-five carved with a butter knife
On the palm of my new hand, it's out
You're mostly what I think about
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така бе преди 365 дни. добре помня притесненията и странните схеми на онази вечер. много неща бяха преживяни оттогава, но и до сега нещата стоят не много по-различно. това не бива да има значение.
нека две години след онази вечер, да имаш една нощ красива, изпълнена с приятелите, обичта им и една топла любов. силен и красив!
пожелава,
детето.
1 comment:
благодаря, дете.
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