hicks * *...
And when I love a man ... then isses D. Thomas for his true, clear text ...
Thomas D., do you hear? I love you!
And tomorrow I Kopfpumpern ...
* hicks *
Where Rumor, where my love strikes, it is like to be
was always difficult because they get away again.
heat exaggeration to say, I'd still love
But I prefer to believe they'd stayed with me.
But I've given away.
Lost, awarded and another where
And now she is somewhere between intrigue and elapsed affairs
And by the noise only relationship crises
Never alone awake never opened really
sucked always just been refreshed and re-served
Nonstop exchanged constantly.
was just the break clown, now he's wake from the dream
Do me up, it's over.
Screw you, my love, it's over.
This symphony, so over.
What used to be, it's over my love.
is in a difficult relationship is no longer invested.
What remained of the love no longer interested.
It is still not as convenient everything up
pressed to displace it and to bury more to it until you do not think
you start with your desire to still another NEM
And the past so slowly but surely kill
And if at the end so as usual no longer applies
promise remains of a picture of love, the yellowing on the wall
And all the false expectations and all the crap
If the tanks of the is difficult to break
The war begins with sympathy and converts into worship
And will wake by delusions and mania, the symphony of destruction
Do me up, it's over.
Screw you, my love, it's over.
This symphony, so over.
What used to be, it's over my love.
tear my heart out and scolded the pain from
a vicious cycle. In the end, fuck it.
Do not wake me up, it's over.
Screw you, my love, it's over.
This symphony, so over.
What used to be, it's over my love.
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