Não é ser chibo, mas achei que estava a fazer falta...
Love grows in me like a tumor, parasites bent on devouring its host. I'm developing my sense of humor, till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth, till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.
chorus
Skillet on the stove is such a temptation, maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesnt get burned. What the fuck was I thinking?
Love plows through me like a dozer, I've got more give than a bale of hay, and there's always a big mess left over. What did you do? What did you say?
Skillet on the stove is such a temptation, maybe I'll be the special one that doesnt get burned. What the fuck was I thinking?
Love tears me up like a demon. Opens the wounds and fills them with lead, and I'm having some trouble just breathing.
If we werent such good friends I think that I'd hate you. If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead
Oh it's so embarrasing I'm this awkward and uncomprable thing, and I'm running out of places to hide
A música é gira, MAS é deprimente, redundante e auto-comiserante.
A dor que é só tua não precisa de tanta palavra para se definir! E de todos os livros do mundo nenhum conta a história que só os teus olhos sabem chorar...
O que eu quero dizer é que me repugna a auto-flagelação neste tema. Essa dor celebra-se.
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Não é ser chibo, mas achei que estava a fazer falta...
Love grows in me like a tumor,
parasites bent on devouring its host.
I'm developing my sense of humor,
till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth,
till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.
chorus
Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesnt get burned.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Love plows through me like a dozer,
I've got more give than a bale of hay,
and there's always a big mess left over.
What did you do?
What did you say?
Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
maybe I'll be the special one that doesnt get burned.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Love tears me up like a demon.
Opens the wounds and fills them with lead,
and I'm having some trouble just breathing.
If we werent such good friends I think that I'd hate you.
If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead
Oh it's so embarrasing
I'm this awkward and uncomprable thing,
and I'm running out of places to hide
Não és nada chibo, eu também tinha pensado em pôr a letra :)
Cada vez gosto mais...
A música é gira, MAS é deprimente, redundante e auto-comiserante.
A dor que é só tua não precisa de tanta palavra para se definir! E de todos os livros do mundo nenhum conta a história que só os teus olhos sabem chorar...
O que eu quero dizer é que me repugna a auto-flagelação neste tema. Essa dor celebra-se.
"Amei!"
(é o q eu acho)
:) Mas há dias em que acordamos assim, com vontade de nos auto-flagelarmos... só isso!
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