The Softies -
was a normal day,
anyone, neither black nor white,
not know whether it was long or short,
because as everyone started running.
A journey of a remote century,
lost and the account have been so many,
I reached slowly.
Hallowe'en.
when age was defeated
says: where you poor fool? Embracing
lost causes, lost women
, broken hearts.
The first or the last day, no matter
are just a few.
God got tired of winding my life.
Eve of All Saints.
time hours was a homicide,
you do not you find, including working,
the clock ticking injures,
life going while committing suicide.
was when around every corner,
another twist is tightening.
you kiss on the mouth to the agony.
Hallowe'en.
Every year
lined up and you call accounts recalling
how you lost what you wanted
or without knowing what you were stealing.
Only God knows the last day
last hour silent smiles,
the latest issue of the list.
Hallowe'en.
To listen to this song the best place
Hell.
are born alone, die alone, do not be fooled
only go on living.
At last the best day,
thirteen or Tuesday and Friday.
dogs keep me company,
bark when I'm crying.
died of envy is when
view the world go by walking. Roads are
cold knife.
Eve All Saints. Nights and nights
lost
hundreds of hours flying.
signal reaches the game,
fall and I'm still rising. Supported
broke,
companion is leaving me.
reject your outstretched hand.
Hallowe'en.
words behind bars again
paper.
Calla, obey, what are you complaining. Some
lying, others dreaming.
When you see the yellow card
what are you doing? "You push and you keep pulling?
Illusions madechips.
Hallowe'en.
was perhaps the last day,
without night, when a few
go with the majority vote
endwithout winning. Furious
deathme signs,
close, very close to me is calling.
I'm as close a workbook.
Hallowe'en.
To listen to this song the best place
Hell.
are born alone, die alone, do not be fooled
only go on living.
To listen to this song
the best place Hell.
are born alone, die alone, do not be fooled
only go on living.
There will be together!
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