Thursday, August 30, 2007

nem uma mosca

e já agora...
a que procurava de doug martsch
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i would hurt a fly

I can't get that sound you make out of my head
I can't even figure out what's making it
no one else around even seems to be noticing
it's only small enough for me I can't get that sound you make out of my head
I can't even figure out what's making it
it feels like fingernails across the moon
or do you rub your wings together
there's a mean bone in my body
it's connected to the problems that I won't take for an answer
and I won't take that from you
because I'd , hurt a fly let you go to sleep
feeling bad as me , let you go to sleep
feeling bad , there's a mean bone in my body
it's connected to the problems that I won't take for an answer
and I won't take that from you
because I'd , hurt a fly
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