sexta-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2009

Talking to myself


I guess When you're down and out
You just don't feel the danger
So here they come, There they go,
The bastards once again

So don't let them hurt you
They don't feel like we do
They hang on to things
They're puppets with strings
With no one to hurt

So don't let them push you
Don't let them use you
And even if you fall
Just say fuck them all

When you hit the floor
When you hit the floor


It gives me strength

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