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Remember me....special dream

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  Ovo je jedini blog koji sam otvorila za sebe only, pa je sve što pišem otvoreno i potpuno neovisno o komentarima...
  
  Slušate: Requiem For A Dream/ Main Theme.
  
  
  
  "What I would find amusing, a reaction I would like to create,
  for example, is for somebody, who in his life has been homophobic, to come to a gig and mistake me for a woman for the first half of the gig, and actually think I was quite cute, and then discover that I was a bloke and have to ask themselves some questions about themselves, you know..."
  
  ~Brian Molkó~
  
  Funeral For A Friend
  
  Monsters
  
  Scattered seeds and breaking storms
  Wont make a decent lie for you
  Naked and with every breath you climb the stairs
  Step by step and I don't need this
  I don't need to be saved
  Five steps away from this cliff top
  And birds sing their praises
  To this weary world that haunts my weary soul
  
  There are monsters here
  And as you scream it makes no sense,
  It makes no sense,
  It makes no sense at all
  
  There are monsters here
  And as you scream it makes no sense,
  It makes no sense,
  It makes no sense at all
  
  In every despair I'll find you standing there,
  Waiting With the bitter taste of envy on your sleeve
  Because tonight is our night,
  And I don't want this
  No, so wont you let me go
  
  There are monsters here
  And as you scream it makes no sense,
  It makes no sense,
  It makes no sense at all
  
  There are monsters here
  And as you scream it makes no sense,
  It makes no sense,
  It makes no sense at all
  
  And every animal will find itself a home
  Every man and woman
  Well, they'll just lose control
  And we can make ourselves believe
  That I don't want this that I don't need this
  No, I have this to myself
  
  There are monsters here
  And as you scream it makes no sense,
  It makes no sense,
  It makes no sense at all
  
  In every despair
  I'll find you standing there
  It makes no sense,
  It makes no sense at all
  
  
  
  Hawthorne Heights
  
  Niki Fm
  
  Let's go down now
  into the darkness
  of your thoughts
  hurry up now
  we're waiting for
  us to fall
  I fall to pieces now (I fall to pieces now)
  a broken mirror (I fall to pieces)
  in your life
  
  Silence in black and white
  falling forward as she walks toward the light
  
  I KNOW
  I'm outside of your window with my radio
  
  I sleep with one eye open so I can
  see you breathing (I sleep with one eye open)
  I follow your chest home
  Until I, (so I can see you breathing)
  I can see you, I can hear you breathe in exhale
  
  Silence in black and white
  
  I KNOW
  I'm outside of your window with my radio
  I KNOW
  I'm outside of your window with my radio
  
  KNOW KNOW
  
  I'm outside of your window
  with my radio (so I can see you breathing)
  I'm outside of your window
  with my radio (so I can see you breathing)
  I'm outside of your window (one eye open)
  with my radio (so I can see you breathing)
  
  
  
  Labels...:(
  
  From First To Last
  Ride The Wings Of Pestilence
  
  Hiding behind the Shadows
  I'll be waiting in the dark
  To drive this blade straight through your heart
  I'll drag your body to the car
  As blood races down my arm
  I think everyone will wonder where you are (tonight)
  
  I'll hide you in my walls
  Your body will never be found
  i'll wear your skin As a suit pretend to be you
  Your friends will like you more then they used to.
  
  Dear diary my teen-angst has a body count!
  I believe its six going on to seven now!!! seven now!!!
  
  I've been dreaming about you
  In a pool of your own blood,
  With your eyes gouged out
  By the work of my thumbs,
  The scent of your insides
  From under the floor boards,
  The perfect perfume
  For settling the score
  
  I'll hide you in my walls
  Your body will never be found
  I'll wear your skin as a suit, pretend to be you
  your friends will like you more than they used to
  pretend to be you, your friends will like you more than they used to
  
  Ride the wings of...
  Ride the wings of...
  Ride the wings of...
  
  Ride the wings of pestilence!!!
  Ride the wings of pestilence!!!
  Ride the wings of pestilence!!!
  
  
  
  Andie Davies
  
  Each individual cut
  represents a shattered heart...
  Each individual cut
  shows how many times I've fell apart...
  Each individual cut
  represents my wish for you...
  Each individual cut
  shows you what I have been through...
  Each individual cut
  represents a time I've lied...
  Each individual cut
  has helped me stay alive...
  
  
  
  
  
  
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• The Birthday Massacre
  
  Happy Birthday
  
  I think my friend said, "I hear footsteps."
  I wore my black and white dress to the
  birthday massacre, birthday massacre, birthday
  I wore my black and white dress
  
  I think my friend said, "Stick it in the back of her head."
  I think my friend said, "Two of them are sisters."
  "I'm a murder tramp, birthday boy", I think I said
  "I'm gonna bash them in, bash them in", I think he said
  
  Then we wished them all a happy birthday
  We kissed them all goodnight. Now he chases me to my room,
  chases me to my room, chases me
  In my black and red dress
  
  I think my friend said, "Don't forget the video."
  I think my friend said, " Don't forget to smile."
  "You're a murder tramp, murder tramp", I think he said
  "You're a murder boy, birthday boy", I think I said
  

In the end...

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