I've got electric light and I've got second sight... and amazing powers of observation. And that is how I know when I try to get through on the telephone to you: there'll be nobody home. I've got nicotine stains on my fingers. I've got wild staring eyes. I've got a strong urge to fly, but I got nowhere to fly to. Baby, when I pick up the phone... there's still nobody home.
quinta-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2011
infeliz de quem tá triste...
... no meio dessa confusão!
um belo dia resolvi mudar... e fazer tudo que eu queria fazer, me libertei daquela vida vulgar que eu levava estando junto a voce.
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