I guess these days i'd been acting kind of weird. It Wasn't me.
... out of my mind.
.
I wonder when it's going to be over.
I can't wait. I'm diying here.
The lunatic is on the grass. The lunatic is on the grass, remembering games and daisy chains and laughs got to keep the loonies on the path. The lunatic is in the hall, The lunatics are in my hall. The paper holds their folded faces to the floor and every day the paper boy brings more. And if the dam breaks open many years too soon and if there is no room upon the hill. And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head You raise the blade, you make the change You re-arrange me till Im sane. You lock the doorAnd throw away the key Theres someone in my head but its not me.And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear. And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes Ill see you on the dark side of the moon.
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yo tambien me acuerdo
Es mi primera vez aca y lei que te robaron la billetera, despues que leiste a Marx, lei tantas cosas que me causaron risa, y de esto tambien me acuerdo!
gracias por pasar por mi blog y comentarme lo q comentaste... agradable leerlo...
que estudias vos?
besos!
y porque el planteo histerico?
se esta volviendo una fija entrar a comentar en este post..
yo tambien te quiero
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