jeudi 1 mai 2008

A.m.s.t.r.a.d.





[Un match de basket]


"A heaven, a gateway, a hope. Just like a feeling inside, it's no joke. And though it hurts me to treat you this way. Betrayed by words, I'd never heard, too hard to say. Up, down, turn around. Please dont let me hit the ground. Tonight I think I'll walk alone. I'll find my soul as I go home. Each way I turn, I know I'll always try to break this circle thats been placed around me. From time to time, I find I've lost some need that was urgent to myself, I do believe. Up, down, turn around. Please dont let me hit the ground. Tonight I think I'll walk alone. I'll find my soul as I go home. Oh, you've got green eyes... And I've never seen anyone quite like you before. No, I've never met anyone quite like you before. Bolts from above hit the people down below. People in this world, we have no place to go. It's the last time. I've never met anyone quite like you before. No, I've never met anyone quite like you before".
















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