Gritos e Sussurros

		wdomingo, 2 de dezembro de 2007
		Strange I've seen that face before Seen him hanging round my door Like a hawk stealing for the pray Like the night waiting for the day Strange he shadows me back home Footsteps echo on the stone Rainy nights an hustling boulevard Parisian music drifting from the bars Tu cherches quoi, recontrer la mort? Tu te prends pour qui? Toi aussi tu deteste la vie Dance in bars and restaurants Home with anyone who wants Strange hes standing alone Staring eyes chill me to the bone Dans sa chambre Joelle et sa valise Un regard sur ses fringues Sur les mures des photos sans regret Sans mellow La porte est claquée Joelle est barrée posted by João Cândido at 02:20

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