sexta-feira, julho 22, 2005

º Raiva II º

"Something in you caused me to,
Take a new tact with you,
You were going through something,
I had just about scraped through
Why do you think I let you get away, With the things you say to me?,
Could it be I like you, It's so shameful of me, I like you
No one I ever knew or have spoken to,
Resembles you,
This is good or bad, all depending on,
My general mood
Why do you think I let you get away, With all the things you say to me?,
Could it be I like you, It's so shameful of me, I like you
Magistrates who spend their lives, Hiding their mistakes
They look at you and I, and, Envy makes them cry, Envy makes them cry"

Morrissey - I Like You

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