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Love is colder than death.



A little death around the eyes; your boyfriend's name was Dave, I was bold and brave, and now you're mine. You cook and clean and sew; when I tell you to, when I ask you to, if I ask you to, but I don't want you to. You don't need tellin' twice with me, you don't need tellin' twice. You know who wears the trousers, no one wears the trousers in a nutshell to break free. Ya, well, you'll never break free of me. Your boyfriend's name was Dave, I was bold and brave, and now you're mine. You cook and clean and sew; when I tell you to dance and screw, when I want you to, in a hotel room you take your medicine, on all fours, that's your medicine. Feeling better son? Filling in the cracks in a nutshell. Feeling any better now? Wish upon a star. Some vague idea of the man you used to be; oh, the man you used to be to me.
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Ni sé por qué estoy subiendo este tema, y mucho menos esa foto. Y se sabe que entrar tarde los lunes tiene tooooda la onda. Igual, fuck off, rutine (: . . . . . . . . . . . . . Cool fact: una semana para la primavera ♥

Find yourself washed up in paradise.


I've been wandering, East of Eden; I've lost, cold and lonesome as a sparrow in the rain. Find myself tumbling to a sinking feeling; someone said I'd done gone wrong, couldn't feel no shame. I'll be leaving town on the very next train; come with me little boy but I won't be coming back again now; It ain't nobody's business if I do. There's a slow train rumbling East of a place called Eden; feeling windblown and proud as the trees upon the plain. Stranger's voice talked to me of liberty and freedom; says she done all wrong again, and wears a hat like shame. Well, he tasted the fruit of another, and when his Margie, when she discovered, said she's gonna love him ten times more. Ain't nobody's business if she do; eh, What did he say to her? Said: 'Some men born rich, some men born poor, but they're rich in other ways', and into my heart this wisdom poured. It's no good crumbling, make tracks to live; well, I laid my love down in the light; you should've seen all the things my shadow did. The filth and the fury, the fear and the pain; it's all disappearing now.