Pelearé hasta el último segundo y mi epitafio será: "No estoy de acuerdo"

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martes, 30 de marzo de 2010

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IM FEELIN ROUGH IM FEELIN RAW IM IN THE PRIME OF MY LIFE.
LETS MAKE SOME MUSIC MAKE SOME MONEY FIND SOME MODELS FOR WIVES.
ILL MOVE TO PARIS, SHOOT SOME HEROIN AND F*** WITH THE STARS.
YOU MAN THE ISLAND AND THE COCAINE AND THE ELEGANT CARS.


THIS IS OUR DECISION TO LIVE FAST AND DIE YOUNG.
WEVE GOT THE VISION, NOW LETS HAVE SOME FUN.
YEAH ITS OVERWHELMING, BUT WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO?
GET JOBS IN OFFICES AND WAKE UP FOR THE MORNING COMMUTE?

FORGET ABOUT OUR MOTHERS AND OUR FRIENDS.
WE WERE FATED TO PRETEND.

ILL MISS THE PLAYGROUNDS AND THE ANIMALS AND DIGGING UP WORMS.
ILL MISS THE COMFORT OF MY MOTHER AND THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD.
ILL MISS MY SISTER, MISS MY FATHER, MISS MY DOG AND MY HOME.
YEAH ILL MISS THE BOREDOM AND THE FREEDOM AND THE TIME SPENT ALONE.

BUT THERE IS REALLY NOTHING, NOTHING WE CAN DO.
LOVE MUST BE FORGOTTEN. LIFE CAN ALWAYS START UP ANEW.
THE MODELS WILL HAVE CHILDREN, WELL GET A DIVORCE,
WELL FIND SOME MORE MODELS, EVERYTHING MUST RUN ITS COURSE.
WELL CHOKE ON OUR VOMIT AND THAT WILL BE THE END.
WE WERE FATED TO PRETEND.
YEAH YEAH YEAH



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