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Blog dedicado ao som e imagem que me marca. Como já alguém disse, "music soothes even the savage beast".
"I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance."
If I did ;)
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You can see her
Whenever it rains
From Rome to New Orleans
Dancing on the graves
Burden by the heart
She loves her sunglasses after dark
And every single day her little life falls apart
She's out to look so macabre and alone
She's close to hook on her dying
Just like a gothic girl
Lost in the darken world
My lil' gothic girl
Darkerside of jewel are your razorcuts for real, baby
You can see
She's on her road to ruin
Stigmata from crucifiction
On her pale white skin
Tribal pagan art
She loves her tattooed Egyptian mark
And every single day her love will tear us apart
She's out to look so macabre and alone
She's close to hook on her dying
Just like a gothic girl
Lost in the darken world
My lil' gothic girl
Always so dramatic, Christ, I want you, gothic girl
Lost in the darken world
My lil' gothic girl
Darkerside of jewel are your razorcuts for real, baby
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