lunes, 6 de octubre de 2008

Roads

Oh, can't anybody see, We've got a war to fight, Never found our way, Regardless of what they say. How can it feel, this wrong, From this moment, How can it feel, this wrong. Storm,In the morning light, I feel, No more can I say, Frozen to myself. I got nobody on my side, And surely that ain't right, Surely that ain't right. Oh, can't anybody see, We've got a war to fight, Never found our way, Regardless of what they say. How can it feel, this wrong, From this moment, How can it feel, this wrong. How can it feel this wrong, From this moment, How can it feel, this wrong. Oh, can't anybody see, We've got a war to fight, Never found our way, Regardless of what they say. How can it feel, this wrong, From this moment, How can it feel, this wrong. . . . .
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  1. Morbridae6 de octubre de 2008 a las 9:36 p.m.

    My dearest friend,
    if you don't mind
    I'd like to join you
    by your side,
    where we can gaze
    into the stars...
    And sit together,
    now and forever.
    For it is plain
    as anyone can see...
    We're simply meant to be.

    -- Jack Skellington.

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  2. algo para mostrar7 de octubre de 2008 a las 3:09 a.m.

    Jack and Sally: [singing in unison] And sit together / Now and forever. / For it is plain / As anyone can see / We're simply meant to be.

    Just the black cat and the darkness.

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