Breakfast at Tiffany's

It's all right,really it is
we're friends, that's all...
we're friends, aren't we?
sure
ok... let's don't say another word
let's just go to sleep

Ghost In The Shell Movie

Mis

Mi caja


Mi mesa


Mi cama

Abandoned

I no longer can rely
on a friend who once kept me alive
and you won't see me take a stand
'cause I'm not special but it helped to know that some one thinks I am
and god its weird

I no longer feel at home
I cant arrive upon your street
and tell you how I've cried myself to sleep
and now I'm forced to be alone
and left to climb the walls hide in the folds
another bad sad song
and god its weird
god its strange
to be the only one to talk to
god its weird
and god its strange
to be the only one to dance with

god its weird
god its strange
to be the only one
to be the only one

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The taste of life I can't describe
It's choking on my mind
Reaching out I can't believe
Faith it can't decide

On and on I carry on
But underneath my mind
And on and on I tell my self
It's this I can't disguise

Oh can't you see
Holding on to my heart
I bleed the taste of life

The pace, the time, I can't survive
It's grinding down the view
Breaking out which way to choose
A choice I can't renew

Holding on I carry on
But underneath my mind
And on and on I tell my self
It's this I can't disguise

Oh can't you see
Holding on to my heart
I bleed, no place is safe
Can't you see the taste of life

House of Flying Daggers

"real flower grow in the wilderness"

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