lunes, enero 03, 2005

Todo bien, todo mal

*Listening: Like a friend - PULP*
*Mood: Sloppy-Esquizo-Sad-Amused-Like I don't have a brain*


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"Like A Friend"

Don't bother saying you're sorry
Why don't you come in
Smoke all my cigarettes again
Every time I get no further

How long has it been?
Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams
You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh
I've done this before
And I will do it again
Come on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend
Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again


You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.




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