Strange ways

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High Life

All my friends got flowers in their eyes
But I got none this season
All of the last ten years blooms have gone and died
Time doesn't give a reason
Hey baby, do you ask yourself sometimes
What you need to be forgiven?
Everything that you've ever done wrong
Is the reason that I'm driven
Straight to you.

Waiting here for you
Wanting to tell you
How I get my ends and my beginnings mixed up too
Just the way you do
Thought if I told you
You might want to stay for just another day or two

Waiting for the trains that just never come
Beginning to believe in
the disappearing nature of the people we have been
We have begun to change into the worst kind of people
So unkind
Oh apologies, no apologies, this apology
Doesn't describe the way it feels to feel for you

Waiting here for you
Waiting here for you
Wanting to tell you
How I find myself slowly disappearing too
Just the way you do
Thought if I told you
You might want to help me to remain with you

I just wanna stay for a little while
I wanna stay for a little while

There's a night life falling down on me
I just feel like a change
Beneath the sun in the summer,
a sea of flowers won't bloom without the rain
But oh, this desert life, this high life
Here at the dying end of the day
I wasn't made for this scene baby
But I was made in this scene
And baby it's just my way
I don't wanna go home alone, I wanna come on home to you

Waiting here for you
Wanting to tell you
How I line my sky with all the silver I can use
Just the way you do
Thought if I told you
You might want to stay for just another day or two

Oh Happy Day!

Que bom que tem tanta gente segura do que quer no mundo não é?
Isso te chuta pra caminhar mesmo sem querer...

Você faz a cama que você deita

A bruxa ta soltaaa!

Meus amores, hoje entrei no msn pra dar uma relaxada e pra pedir meu almoço, quando de repente me fiz online e nada mais nada menos que 10 janelas se abriram dizendo:
"Noh Mary terminei e to sofrendo quê que eu faço?"
KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK o quê você faz?
Chora meu filho, ou então vem aqui pra casa e vamo todo mundo rezar pra prenderem a bruxa...ela ta solta e ta louca da periquita!
Mas o que você faz eu não sei porque tá doendo do mesmo tanto pra mim...então vamo logo, traz a cerva, os meteoros de jah, edredon, lenço de papel, video de comédia romântica, cd de música deprimente e vamo todo mundo celebrar o dia oficial dos Broken Hearts!
Cheers!