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sexta-feira, 18 de abril de 2008
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A criação de expectativas gera a impotência. Ficamos paralisadas. Queremos viver e ter liberdade para nos explorar e explorar-vos.
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I ripped yr heart out from yr chest
Replaced it with a grenade blast
Firefighters hose me down
I don't care I'll burn out anyhow
It's 4 alarm girl nothing to see
Hear the sirens come for me
You dosed my soul with gasoline
You flicked a match into my brain
The firefighters are so nice
I remember you so cold as ice
Now flames are licking at your feet
Sirens come to put me out of misery
You wave your torch into my eyes
Flamethrower lover burning mind
SONIC YOUTH, Incinerate
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