quinta-feira, outubro 04, 2007

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

Mistaken for Strangers, The National.

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Anónimo disse...

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tou com xoninhoooo
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