sexta-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2006

High and Dry...

Drying up in conversation,
you will be the one who cannot talk
all your insides fall to pieces,
you just sit there wishing you could still make love
they're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out
they're the ones who'll spit at you, you will be the one screaming out

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Radiohead

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