Bela Lugosi’’s Dead Perfection. Love. Life. Depression. |
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I talk to the wind Said the straight man to the late man Where have you been I've been here and I've been there And I've been in between.
I talk to the wind My words are all carried away I talk to the wind The wind does not hear The wind cannot hear.
I'm on the outside looking inside What do I see Much confusion, disillusion All around me.
You don't possess me Don't impress me Just upset my mind Can't instruct me or conduct me Just use up my time
I talk to the wind My words are all carried away I talk to the wind The wind does not hear The wind cannot hear.
אחד השירים הכי מקסימים שקיימים... גורם לי להרגיש כמה שאני אבודה
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