Porque a vida não é um lugar comum. "Transmutar su carne en alma; luego su alma en sueño"

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Jan 08
Once divided...nothing left to subtract...
Some words when spoken...cant be taken back...
Walks on his own...with thoughts he cant help thinking...
Futures above...but in the past hes slow and sinking...
Caught a bolt a lightnin...cursed the day he let it go...
Nothingman... Isnt it something? Nothingman...
She once believed...in every story he had to tell...
One day she stiffened...took the other side...
Empty stares...from each corner of a shared prison cell...
One just escapes...ones left inside the well...
And he who forgets...will be destined to remember...
Nothingman... Isnt it something? Nothingman...
Oh, she dont want him...(???)
Oh, she wont feed him...(???)
after hes flown away... (...)
Oh, into the sun...ah, into the sun...
Burn...burn...Nothingman...
Isnt it something? Nothingman...Nothingman...
Could'a been something...Nothingman...
magnetizado por Bibs às 13:08

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