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giovedì, aprile 02, 2009
...1991...
Screeching Weasel - Cindy's on methadone;
quando sono incazzato
ascolto o conticchio 'sta canzone
quanto penso a mio padre
cerco di fare un bel respiro
contare fino a tre
e lasciare che tutto il mio odio
non mi faccia fare la scelta sbagliata...
non sono fatto per essere malvagio,
ma ci sono cose che meritano
vendette
e fermezza.
Devo perdere l'affetto per lo stronzo
mi farà bene
sarà una terapia...
Cindy's on methadone
she's through with the syringe
Cindy's on methadone
she's off on heroin
Cindy's on methadone
we're glad to have her home
She slept in vomit now
she sleep on methadone but she
stopped ripping off her neighbors
stopped taking change from strangers
stopped shooting needles full of
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dreams into her arms
Cindy's on methadone
we see it in her eyes
Sounds so much better
but it's just another high
she stopped calling at three thirty
stopped looking thin and dirty
stopped screaming bloody murder
when she got cut off
Why don't you stop with
your fake solutions
stop covering up the truth and
stop trying to make things
smooth and stop acting
 (The essential disturbance: Screeching Weasel - My Brain Hurts album mp3)
? anKor at : 18:47:00
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