09 марта 2011 года в09.03.2011 07:24 0 0 10 1


You tell me you dont love me over a cup of coffee
And I just have to look away
A million miles between us
Planets crashing to dust
I just let it fade away

Im walking empty streets hoping we might meet
I see your car parked on the road
The light on at your window
I know for sure that youre home
But I just have to pass on by

So no of course we cant be friends
Not while Im still this obsessed
I guess I always knew the score
This is how our story ends

I smoke your brand of cigarettes
And pray that you might give me a call
I lie around in bed all day just staring at the walls
Hanging round bars at night wishing I had never been born
And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home

So no of course we cant be friends
Not while I still feel like this
I guess I always knew the score
This is where our story ends

You left behind some clothes
My belly summersaults when I pick them off the floor
My friends all say theyre worried
Im looking far too skinny
Ive stopped returning all their calls

And no of course we cant be friends
Not while Im still so obsessed
I want to ask where I went wrong
But dont say anything at all

It took a cup of coffee
To prove that you dont love me


Garbage, Cup Of Coffee

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BROK1234 — strings.

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я хочу спать, отпустите меня пожалуйста поспать..

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И снова мне нужно где-то тупо поныть. Например о том, как не просто гладаить мужские рубашки. Особенно когда их так много..

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ну, здравствуй, учеба, давно не виделись

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запредельная усталость..

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я вас люблю и скучала мне нужен отвод для мыслей поэтому снова буду сюда писать воть

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полтора часа упорной работы и свобода на все лето, ае