I thought long and hard at what would be the first song posted on this blog. Not my
favorite, not that I listen more often, but those who hear it for the first time made me want to listen again, sing and shout ...
Then I found a video made by a certain NaruChan90 with images from "NANA" anime is also really nice that most recently on MTV and I must say that the video with the song is right there!
Subsonica Albascura "
phrases that now know of uselessness,
tepid desires have already moved. She plays
now not fun anymore.
He probably also would like to start over.
Alibi that attenuate the obscenity
Reflected around the empty bottles
From his twenty dull and respectable:
So you know that something is wrong.
The night opens its arms fragile
Among the emotions that are intertwined
And she often confuses
strength and experience to all men observed from below.
It eats things that are bad
And he loves when it's time to hate ,
It eats things that are bad
And they hate when it's time to scream.
designer clothes
redeem a love of futility that now latita.
Good manners are always the same: always
knows that there is something wrong
The night has teeth smiling fragile
For all the kicks that look.
Generally you do not give confidence
To all those who pose too.
It eats things that are bad
And he loves when it's time to hate ,
It eats things that are bad
And they hate when it's time to scream.
Only one thing I know for sure: I would scrape my face against the wall.
Only one thing I know for sure: letting go of all my pain against the wall.
I know for sure: letting go of my face against the wall.
Only one thing I know for sure: I would scrape against all of my pain-this-wall.
Bouches-tasting event of sticky eyes, the air is saturated. Almost
would discover it thrown right time to start over.
at home tonight will not return.
Traveling off-set to nowhere.
Narici respectable celebrate:
So you know that something is wrong.
The night slips pregnant on the eyes, swollen with bitter
sloshing.
usually reserves her indifference
To all those who gather too.
It eats things that are bad
And he loves when it's time to hate ,
It eats things that are bad
And they hate when it's time to scream.
Only one thing I know for sure: I would scrape my face against the wall.
Only one thing I know for sure: letting go of all my pain against the wall.
I know for sure: letting go of my face against the wall.
Only one thing I know for sure: I would like to scrape all my pain against-this-wall.
Bouches-tasting event of sticky eyes, the air is saturated. Almost
would discover it thrown right time to start over.
is the night air of his city that stings like a sense of futility. You
the night air of his city that stings like a sense of futility.
is the night air in his hometown
tepid desires have already moved. She plays
now not fun anymore.
He probably also would like to start over.
Alibi that attenuate the obscenity
Reflected around the empty bottles
From his twenty dull and respectable:
So you know that something is wrong.
The night opens its arms fragile
Among the emotions that are intertwined
And she often confuses
strength and experience to all men observed from below.
It eats things that are bad
And he loves when it's time to hate ,
It eats things that are bad
And they hate when it's time to scream.
designer clothes
redeem a love of futility that now latita.
Good manners are always the same: always
knows that there is something wrong
The night has teeth smiling fragile
For all the kicks that look.
Generally you do not give confidence
To all those who pose too.
It eats things that are bad
And he loves when it's time to hate ,
It eats things that are bad
And they hate when it's time to scream.
Only one thing I know for sure: I would scrape my face against the wall.
Only one thing I know for sure: letting go of all my pain against the wall.
I know for sure: letting go of my face against the wall.
Only one thing I know for sure: I would scrape against all of my pain-this-wall.
Bouches-tasting event of sticky eyes, the air is saturated. Almost
would discover it thrown right time to start over.
at home tonight will not return.
Traveling off-set to nowhere.
Narici respectable celebrate:
So you know that something is wrong.
The night slips pregnant on the eyes, swollen with bitter
sloshing.
usually reserves her indifference
To all those who gather too.
It eats things that are bad
And he loves when it's time to hate ,
It eats things that are bad
And they hate when it's time to scream.
Only one thing I know for sure: I would scrape my face against the wall.
Only one thing I know for sure: letting go of all my pain against the wall.
I know for sure: letting go of my face against the wall.
Only one thing I know for sure: I would like to scrape all my pain against-this-wall.
Bouches-tasting event of sticky eyes, the air is saturated. Almost
would discover it thrown right time to start over.
is the night air of his city that stings like a sense of futility. You
the night air of his city that stings like a sense of futility.
is the night air in his hometown
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