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15 abril 2009

diamonds.

Eu sempre gostei dessa música por alguma razão ignorada.
Bem, hoje eu encontrei a resposta parcial.







Celebrían, valeu pelo empurrão stealth-ado. Grata pelas palavras e Nienna sabe o quanto eu te respeito por tudo que vc tenta me ensinar via sonho.
Mas pelamordeeru, próxima vez tenta ser mais simpática nos meus sonhos? Eu até improviso a dancinha do Peanut-butter-jelly pra vc!

Ps: Será que foi por não cuidar direito da Miél...? Damn it!

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Don't blame your daughter that's just sentimental
and don't blame your mom for all that you've done wrong
Your dad is not guilty you came out a little faulty and the factory closed so you can't hold them liable
You come from an island, you're cutting diamonds with a rubbery knife
Your autograph is worthless so don't send me letters and don't mail me cash 'cause your money is no good
What's left in your matress is holes and lack of love left some hair from a horse, and none of it is yours, man
You come from an island, you're cutting diamonds with a rubbery knife
And the song you sing today wasn't always in your head,
the words you tryin' to say are the ones you shouldn't 've said
they're glistenin' like diamonds, go out and find' em
but don't blame your daughter
Read me your tombstone, tell me you're sorry, fax me your will, you owe me something still
Blood is like water the bath that you poured me has drained and it's gone, don't blame it on your son
And the song you sing today wasn't always in your head,
the words you tryin' to say are the ones you shouldn't 've said
they're glistening like diamonds, go out and find'em
The world is full of diamonds go out and find'em but don't blame your daughter

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