the mixed tapeThis is morning
That's when I spend the most time
Thinking 'bout what I've given up
This is a warning
When you start the day just to close the curtains
You're thinking 'bout what I've given up
Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of
I read your letter
The one you left when you broke into my house
Retracing ever step you made
And you said you meant it
And there's a piece of me in every single
Second of every single day
But if it's true then tell me how it got this way
Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of
And I can't get to you
I can't get to you
I can't get to you
Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I conduct a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I'm cutting through you track by track
I swear to God this mix could sink the sun
But it was you I was thinking of
And where are you now?
And where are you now?
And this is my mixed tape for [him]
It's like I wrote every note
With my own fingers
Hopeless
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I hate phonies...
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it's true, the way i feel, was promised by your face
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-i've been eating speed all night, now when i close my eyes, all i see are centapedes
-oh how wrong we were to think immortality meant never dying
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Was könnte der Gedanke sein, der sich selbst schreibt, nur um erzählt zu werden.
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"Every time a child says "I don't believe in fairies",there is a fairy somewhere that falls down DEAD..."
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PSN: Hellknight_10
Let's play some BlazBlue god damn it!
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please feel free to visit my gallery!
~arcquidrone
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"The road to success is dotted with many tempting parking spaces." --Unknown
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Dean:How many tuesdays have you had?
Sam:Too many....
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it's true, the way i feel, was promised by your face
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un lapso momentáneo de la razón
arte surreal
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it's true, the way i feel, was promised by your face
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Dean:How many tuesdays have you had?
Sam:Too many....
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Dirty girls, make some noise. Move that ass for dirty boys. Dirty boys, so obscene. Like to see the girls extreme.
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it's true, the way i feel, was promised by your face
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Dean:How many tuesdays have you had?
Sam:Too many....
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it's true, the way i feel, was promised by your face
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Saudade
My Journal [link]
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“Demain le temps sera plus vieux”
[ Jean-Loup Sieff ]
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The more you know the less you have to believe. If you know enough you believe everything and anything.
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He who without the Muses madness in his soul comes knocking at the door of poetry and thinks that art will make him anything fit to be called a poet finds that the poetry which he indites in his sober senses is beaten hollow by the poetry of madmen.~Plato
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