martedì 9 agosto 2011
venerdì 10 settembre 2010
martedì 7 settembre 2010
lunedì 6 settembre 2010
fool around
Apartment in New York, London and Paris
Where will we rest, we’re all living
Living as legends have lived.
Knowing that nothing is left when we die
Come along FOOL
It’s not that it’s bad…it’s not that it’s death
and you're so silent
Anywhich way there’s no past and no presence
Half of it's misunderstanding love
The war we have won we're winning again
FOOL
Where will we rest, we’re all living
Living as legends have lived.
Knowing that nothing is left when we die
Come along FOOL
It’s not that it’s bad…it’s not that it’s death
and you're so silent
Anywhich way there’s no past and no presence
Half of it's misunderstanding love
The war we have won we're winning again
FOOL
She's tired of crying, and sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life
Feeling low, and scared that he'll say
Do you know how overtime you drove her away
Saving up for, the day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose
She Can Say
Who knows what shes gonna say
She Can Say . . . CARIBOU - ODESSA
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life
Feeling low, and scared that he'll say
Do you know how overtime you drove her away
Saving up for, the day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose
She Can Say
Who knows what shes gonna say
She Can Say . . . CARIBOU - ODESSA
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