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  • I’ll be gone
    Before the flood
    The dam will break
    And release the blood

    Been living on borrowed deeds
    And on stolen beliefs
    Been lying to quench my thirst
    The wants of a thief

    My judgment is sure to come
    I know what I am
    But justice can never be
    Cause I’m sure to be gone

    I’ll be gone
    Before the flood
    The dam will break
    And release the blood

    And after there’s disbelief
    Just an empty black hole
    Indifference is all that’s left
    After all that I stole

    My judgment is sure to come
    I know what I am
    But justice can never be
    Cause I’m sure to be gone

    Soon I’ll be gone
    I leave my legacy


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    All the things that I needed
    I wasted my chances
    I have found myself wanting

    When a mother and father
    Gave me their problems
    I accepted them all

    Nothing ever expected
    I was rejected
    But I came back for more

    And my ashes drift beneath the silver sky
    Where a boy rides on a bike and never smiles

    And my ashes fall over all the things we've said
    On a box of photographs under the bed

    I will stay in my own world
    Under the covers
    I will feel safe inside

    The kiss that will burn me
    Cure me of dreaming
    I was always returning

    And my ashes find a way beyond the fog
    And return to save the child that I forgot

    And my ashes fade among the things unseen
    And a dream plays in reverse on piano keys

    And my ashes drop upon a park in Wales
    Never-ending clouds of rain, and distant sails... distant sails
    Madrinha: 2small

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    • A good impression of myself
      Not much to conceal
      I'm saying nothing
      But I'm saying nothing revealed

      I simply am not here
      No way I should appear happy
      Stop whining please

      Because of who we are
      We react in mock surprise
      The curse off, there must be more
      So don't breathe here
      Don't leave your bags

      I simply am not here
      No way I should appear happy
      Stop whining please

      The dust in my soul
      Makes me feel awake in my legs
      My head in the clouds
      And I'm zoning out

      I'm watching TV
      But I find it hard to stay conscious
      I'm totally bored
      But I can't switch off

      Only apathy from the pills in me
      Its all in me, all in you
      Electricity from the pills in me
      Its all in me, all in you
      Only eMpTV, cult philosophy

      We're lost in the mall
      Shuffling through the stores like zombies
      What is the point
      What can money buy

      My hand's on a gun
      And I find the range, God, tempt me
      What did you say
      Think I'm passing out

      Only apathy from the pills in me
      Its all in me, all in you
      Electricity from the pills in me
      Its all in me, all in you
      Only eMpTV, cult philosophy

      All the apathy from the pills in me
      Its all in me, all in you
      Electricity from the pills in me
      Its all in me, all in you

      Water so warm that day (water so warm that day)
      I counted out the waves (I counted out the waves)
      As they broke into

      The water so warm that day
      I was counting out the waves
      And I followed their short life
      As they broke on the shoreline
      I could see you
      But I couldn't hear you

      You were holding your hat in the breeze
      Turning away from me in this moment
      You were stolen as black across the sun

      Water so warm that day (water so warm that day)
      I counted out the waves (I counted out the waves)
      As they broke into shore (as they broke into shore)



      Years shall run like rabbits... luv ya babyluv

      Love should heal all wounds... not just time alone.

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      • There's nobody here, there's nobody near
        I try not to care, dead eyes always stare
        Let these matters be, don't trust what you see
        Take hold of your time, step into the line
        There's innocence torn from its maker
        Stillborn the trust in you
        This failure has made the creator
        So would you tell him what to do (would you)
        Leave your mark upon the head of someone
        Who'll cry for his state, we know it's too late
        I turn round to see what was meant to be
        Faint movement release to rid the disease
        There's innocence torn from its maker
        Stillborn the trust in you
        (I have lost all trust I had in you)
        This failure has made the creator
        So would you tell him what to do
        (I have lost all trust I had in you)
        Madrinha: 2small

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        • OqueStrada "Oxalá Te Veja"

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          • Inserido Inicialmente por miosotis Ver Mensagem
            OqueStrada "Oxalá Te Veja"

            o meu subconsciente andav à procura do botão "like" LOOOL
            Sócia nº 104 Mães OMS

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            Vá, dá uma espreitadela às Dylicias e na cozinha

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            • Inserido Inicialmente por dytocas Ver Mensagem
              o meu subconsciente andav à procura do botão "like" LOOOL
              Eu adoro este video. Brinquei muito na minha infância num dos locais onde eles gravaram isto. Que saudades.

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              • a infância, qd bem passada, deve ser a fase q mais saudades nos deixa..principalmente qd ouvimos músicas dessa altura ou sentimos o cheiro de algo..pelo menos cmg,funciona assim
                Sócia nº 104 Mães OMS

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                Vá, dá uma espreitadela às Dylicias e na cozinha

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                • Sócia nº 104 Mães OMS

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                  Vá, dá uma espreitadela às Dylicias e na cozinha

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                  • Great people talk about ideas. Average people talk about things.

                    Small people talk about other people, and then, sadly, there are the people who love to talk about themselves.

                    Who do you want to be?

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                    • Great people talk about ideas. Average people talk about things.

                      Small people talk about other people, and then, sadly, there are the people who love to talk about themselves.

                      Who do you want to be?

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                      • O meu parto: O Meu Admirável Mundo Novo... (Maternidade Daniel de Matos - Coimbra)

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                        • Consegui!!!
                          Cá está ele!!!

                          A minha música da semana (semi-cantada em modo repeat pelo mini) - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sv6dMFF_yts
                          Susana e Afonso (14/09/2004)
                          Nobody is perfect!!!
                          I'm nobody.

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