When I ramble down In my paltry crown I hear that things will change But nothing will change And you tumble down In your tattered gown They say things
When I ramble down In my paltry crown I hear things will change But nothing will change And you tumble down In your tattered gown They say things will
번역: JJ72. 시.
only silly words boring cliched words describe my thoughts when I think of you cushions guide me along in my head is with the song still found time
i feel like a pig who owes miracles perplexing a way that is comical contradicting contradict the tests will become my only friends prick, prick, prick
as i walk alone through the streets of grey i feel special thoughts fade away again if you see the beauty or beast that's ..... you are too human all
pierced palms pulsated passively dripping from above sickly sacred syrup caused by thorns they call it love earthly delights earthly delights alliance
protect me on my way stay with me every day permeate my soul with what you think is good protect me on my way stay with me every day permeate my soul
when i look back upon my life it's always with a sense of shame i 've always been the one to blame for everything i long to do no matter when or where
im waiting for angels to come down and save me from myself fields riddled with poppies hearts with no heartbeats in my mind i wish id staying until
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eight dogs on a factory wall let out primative call oh love don't let me fall oh love don't let me fall from paris to syria from edinburgh, bogata girls
was there in the backstage when first light came around I grew up like a changeling to wait the first time around I could see all the weakness I could
black eyed dog he called at my door The black eyed dog he called for more A black eyed dog he knew my name A black eyed dog he knew my name A black
the rain impinges upon the earth again blissfully the trees sigh in the wind and sway with distilled purity stench of relevance permeates the talk of
Pebbles bleed as the love recedes A waste of breath all this stoic stealth Beyond poppied hills we see The meeting point of our history Impressions
