I'm mastering the art of miracles and flawless tragedies
In here I spend every day in captivity
Devoured while the walls grow hands and teeth
I cried and listened to the rain in a rental car
One day somebody's gonna go and get pushed too far
But now I don't know what to say
Shall I deny my lungs their breathing rights?
So give it up, give it up
Don't let your mind slip away
Don't drink, don't get so high
Your beat's too obvious
Not gonna say what you want me to say
I guess you're right
The less you're seen, the less you are
But I don't even care anymore
Anatomy of a ghost, invisible friend
I won't pay for sanity 'cause I don't want to know
Some things are better left alone
But thanks for your concern and calls
I'd put a bullet in my head if I ever lost you now
Never even owned a bed, just a blood-red couch
You think you're getting the best of me
Disarm the smoke alarm
Fuck you, no one is gonna ruin all our fun
All that we want is this temporary release and distraction
Anatomy of a ghost, invisible friend
I won't pay for sanity 'cause I don't want to know
Some things are better left alone
It seems
(Are you out there?)
I'm not everything you wanted me to be
So I suggest you pray for a full recovery
A full recovery
Your words were written in
Your words were written in
Cold blood
Yeah
Even with phantom power and ludicrous speed
I can't run because betrayal won't come from my enemies
Anatomy of a ghost, invisible friend
I won't pay for sanity so baby, here's a toast
To things much better left alone
It seems
I'm not everything you wanted me to be
In a dream on the way to the hospital I'll slip away
What's happening to me?
And as you drag the lake and pull me out
Do you feel the shame inside you?
And as my body lays before you now
Do you feel my skin is cold?
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Ir atsirado "pažinotojas", sakantis, kad Smith'as vienvaldis, o solidaraus teisių pasiskirstymo pavyzdžiu pateikdamas Bitlus, kas yra, nu būkim teisingi, nesąmonė. Bitluose solidarumo bene niekada nebuvo, dėl to ta grupė ir iširo.
Nu kaip tu skiedi, aš negaliu. Taip žeminti Bamonte priešais čia besilankančius The Cure fanus. Be to, tai lygink apelsinus su apelsinais, o ne su obuoliais - Chris Rea LRT postas turi keturženklį skaičių reakcijų. Lygina matai jis... lrytą su LRT
Kiek ji pazistu, CURE gitaristas ir dainikas Robertas Smitas ten vienvaldys kaip koks Lemmy ar Ozzy grupeje ir tie visi kiti bosistai, klavisininkai ar bugnininkai nera taip solidariai pasiskirste teisem i daina kaip grupej Moody Blues ar Beatles.
Dvigubi mirties standartai. Pieras Belamonte nezinia kokio instrumento atlikejas. bet is CURE lrt straipsnio gale feisbuke liudi 268 zmones. Chris Rea - lrytas analogiskame tik 172 asmenys. Ka ? Jus norit pasakyt kad Belonte ar kaip ten jis reiksmingesnis
Jeigu pas mane prisistatytu 2 zmoniu mafijos tipo atstovai su cemodaneliu ir tvarkingais slipsais. Jie sakytu: tu priestarauji musu kursui, todel turi isnykti. Tai butu grasinimas bet nesislapstant po iskreiptais pretekstais. Sakytu, tu pavojingas subject
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bl blokavimas už juos atrodo perteklinis.
Kalbos laisvė: gaila praejusiu laikų, kai už aštresnį žodį nebuvo baudžiama, ir ironiska kad tradiciniai švelnūs pakaitalai (rupūs miltai) neatstoja tikrosios emocijos kaip kur kas prigije senieji ruskiu keiksmai.