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sexta-feira, janeiro 25, 2008
NY is a woman...
 NY KISS December 2007 - January 2008. http://www.filippomutani.com/ ah! listen the musics here and see the pics... (anyway just an idea...) Go to stories and find Ny Kiss (My favorite) Well first post of year... What can i say? ... NYC Interpol I had seven faces Thought I knew which one to wear But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights Training myself not to care The subway is a porno The pavements, they are a mess I know you've supported me for a long time Somehow I'm not impressed But New York cares [Got to be some more change in my life] New York cares [Got to be some more change in my life] New York cares [Got to be some more change in my life] New York cares [Got to be some more change in my life] The subway she is a porno And the pavements, they are a mess I know you've supported me for a long time Somehow I'm not impressed It's up to me now, turn on the bright lights Oh, it's up to me now, turn on the bright lights New York cares [Got to be some more change in my life] (4x) It's up to me now, turn on the bright lights [Got to be some more change in my life. Got to be some more change in my life] (2x) Font: Terra Obstacle 1 Interpol I wish I could eat the salt of your lost and fading lips We can cap the old times, make playing only logical harm We can cap the old lines, make playing that nothing else will change But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad Oh, she's bad But it's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this face again You go stabbing yourself in the neck And we can find new ways of living, make playing only logical harm And we can top the old times, clay making that nothing else will change But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad Oh, she's bad It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this place again You go stabbing yourself in the neck But it's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this place again And you go stabbing yourself in the neck It's in the way that she posed It's in the things that she puts in my hair Her stories are boring and stuff She's always calling my bluff She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart And she gets in my room and she takes it apart, oh She puts the weights into my little heart I said she puts the weights into my little heart She packs it away (x7) It's in the way that she walks Her heaven is never enough She puts the weights in my heart She puts, oh, she puts the weights into my little heart Font: Terra Pictures: exclusive intellectual property of Filippo Mutani-(Thanks your permission.) Marcadores: give me a shot plz?, música comum, plástico comum..., where is my mind... |
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