Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, and looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat, made the bus in seconds flat. Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
and somebody spoke and I went into a dream...
segunda-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2009
Qu'est-ce que je veux?
Je ne veux pas travailler Je ne veux pas déjeuner Je ne veux pas oublier Je veux que toi
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