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- 07:41 am
"Kill an animal, and at least you can eat it; you can't eat people even if you kill them."
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- 09:50 am
"but the only thing I want tonight / the stars don't understand"
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- 10:39 am
"To live, to die, to resist, you choose your path. All I can do is lend you a bit of strength."
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10:39 am"To live, to die, to resist, you choose your path. All I can do is lend you a bit of strength."
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- 08:14 pm
"but even if the two of us should be separated / I will change the world"
08:14 pm"but even if the two of us should be separated / I will change the world"
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- 05:52 pm
"descubrimos vos y yo / en el triste carnaval / una música brutal / melodías de dolor"
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05:52 pm"descubrimos vos y yo / en el triste carnaval / una música brutal / melodías de dolor"
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- 08:31 am
"It's not the same pocket, but the same treasure lies in it"
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- 04:04 pm
"there may come a time when you are tired / tired as a dream that wants to die / further to fly"
04:04 pm"there may come a time when you are tired / tired as a dream that wants to die / further to fly"
Active Entries
- 1: “this city desert makes you feel so cold / it’s got so many people but it’s got no soul”
- 2: “i’mma wade, i’ma wave through the waters / tell the tide ‘don’t move’”
- 3: “seasons change and our love went cold / feed the flame ’cause we can’t let go / run away”
- 4: “love, i don’t like to see so much pain / so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away”
- 5: “But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes.”
- 6: “here is the church here is the steeple / you were looking for saints but you only found people”
- 7: “i’d like to save every day / till eternity passes away / just to spend them with you”
- 8: “and he said to the man running the stand / ‘hey! (pom pom pom) got any grapes?’”
- 9: “i just found this smile to think about you / you’re a saturday night far from the madding crowd”
- 10: “Only the querulous cricket grieves, / And shrilling locust weaves / A song of summer dead.”
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