All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.
λειπει το κοσμημα της σαλονικης...το αρχιτεκτονικο θαυμα
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Last edited by 00i00; 18-09-2011 at 02:10.
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
Ξέρετε γιατί όταν κάνετε μπάνιο στον Αμαζόνιο πρέπει να φοράτε... προφυλακτικό;
http://www.trollart.com/sound/candiru/index.html
http://rockandecology.blogspot.com/
Με προσοχη
Spoiler
Last edited by Kaserinos; 19-09-2011 at 10:03.