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                | Тема |  Re: По средата на ноща си спомних за... [re: pagan_poet] |  |  | Автор | WebMister (content) |  |  | Публикувано | 28.06.07 09:41 |  |  |  | 
        
 бррр...това ми напомни тази песен.
 
 
 Your pink parakeet still waits for you to free her
 So I've kept this cage closed tightly when I feed her
 Your room is locked up solid and the key's here 'round my neck
 Your soul and property I still protect
 
 No this world won't understand you or accept you
 You'll need someone just like me to hold the wolves at bay
 I love you like a sculptor loves his chistle and his stone
 How can you go with all the love I've shown
 
 
 I've invested many precious hours of training
 Your poise, your grace, your youthful face is fading
 And without me you will falter, and confuse and soon go blind
 I know what scares you there inside your mind
 
 
 Now without you to advise I'm feeling weaker
 This game's no fun to play without a teacher
 And without my guide and councel you will surely die alone
 I demand you back, look at the love I've shown
 
 
 Now I've never been unfaithful 'til this moment
 You've made me now investigate my life
 My scars and stitches shown, I've been stripped now to the bone
 Look what you've done with all the love I've shown
 
 Now what word, maybe somewhere will finally trip you?
 How cool of you to do this thing to me
 And I know you'll always fail, I always did
 But I hold no grudge or groan
 How could I now, with all the love I've shown
 With all the love I've shown
 
 
 
 
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