Fat Thursday. I made those pączki in last minute.
Forever blowing bubbles all the way. There is nothing left to lose. There is nothing left to gain.
czwartek, 28 lutego 2019
wtorek, 29 stycznia 2019
Wild ones
Sky high in the airwaves on the morning show
And there's a lifeline slipping as the record plays
And as I open the blinds in my mind
I'm believing that you could stay
And oh if you stay
I'll chase the rain-blown fields away
We'll shine like the morning and sin in the sun
Oh if you stay
We'll be the wild ones running with the dogs today
There's a song playing through another wall
All we see and believe is the D.J. and debts dissolve
And it's a shame the plane is leaving on this sunny day
Cos on you my tattoo will be bleeding and the name will stain
But oh if you stay
We'll ride from disguised suburban graves
We'll go from the bungalows where the debts still grow every day
And oh if you stay
I'll chase the rain-blown fields away
We'll shine like the morning
And sin in the sun oh if you stay
We'll be the wild ones running with the dogs today
We'll be the wild ones running with the dogs today
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