domingo, 12 de dezembro de 2010

Young as I am

I've lost my will of mourn
Days are bright
Nights are hot

All the sympathy has gone
The heat has come
The meat makes me come

The cool and peace no longer exist
High temperature is a bliss
The youth must last
I'm only having a blast

And the cold days of yore
Have past me by
And I did not stop to say hi

From now on
younger each day
the baddest feeling
is the greatest one

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