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Windows, doors, walls and carpets,
Chairs, tables and flowers,
Bread, wine, butter and jam,
Fries, meat, beans and all spices.
I've lost the taste of these things for two weeks now.
I'm just waiting for a cup of dirty snow.
Airports, railroad stations,
Highways, streets and foggy lines.
Traffic, lights, cars and planes,
Boats, bicycles and walkers.
Now I'm wondering, blind, in the city.
I'm surrounded by towers, made of dirty snow.
Faces, ears and bellies,
Backsides, legs, fingers and feet.
Sweat, tears, dripping bodies,
Parties, someone is fucked up.
Now I'm quiet in this snow, snowy country.
I'm hanging on until I am old, just older than now.
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dodał: Misiaqu
czytano: 1812 razy
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Sandra : Change you're mind
Change your mind
We getting closer
Change your mind
We can closer
Change your mind
We can closer
These eyes that shine
Are telling the story
I change your mind
All I need is time
Till' I show you
Where I wann-
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a be
You think you know me
But you're wrong
To late for questions
When I'm gone
So if you're hear me I'll explain
I need your confort
Not you're blame
Change you're mind
We can get closer
These eyes that shin-
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e
Are telling the story
I change your mind
All I need is time
Till' I show you
Where I wanna be
How can you ever be so sure
I will adjust if any law
All I'm defending is my world
Do you believe in all you heard?
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