Æлена (barskaya) wrote,


За окном валит мяконький снежок, а у меня ежегодная неделя гриппа.
Вот под настроение для сбора соплей в кулак

Oh, we’re talking
We always find a reason to meet
And when we’re talking
All the things are not what they seem

‘Cause all we have are years and seconds
And that is how we spend our lives I reckon
We’re building bridges and we’re burning them down
We’re coming back and back and spinning around

Oh, we’re talking
All our words are shields and swords
And when we’re talking
It feels the best when we say nothing at all

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