marți, 31 iulie 2012
luni, 30 iulie 2012
Madrugada - Electric
Pack your bag, run away
Along a freeway, out of town
Where you'd like and the night is over
It's alright
From despair, between the sheets
Spilling over, spinning round
Waiting still, in the street
Ain't it bitter, ain't it sweet, oh ho
Holding, holding on to you again
Holding, holding on to you again
No rushing, don't rush it, my love
Holding on, holding, holding on to you
Bet you lie, on your back
In the backseat of his car
Cattle black, pepper night
Dylan Thomas, pass around
Along a freeway, out of town
Where you'd like and the night is over
It's alright
From despair, between the sheets
Spilling over, spinning round
Waiting still, in the street
Ain't it bitter, ain't it sweet, oh ho
Holding, holding on to you again
Holding, holding on to you again
No rushing, don't rush it, my love
Holding on, holding, holding on to you
Bet you lie, on your back
In the backseat of his car
Cattle black, pepper night
Dylan Thomas, pass around
duminică, 29 iulie 2012
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