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segunda-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2011 { 21:35 }




(...)These words are my own, from my heart flow. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. There's no other way to better say. I love you, I love you. Read some Byron Shelley and Keates, recited it over a hip-hop beat. I'm having trouble saying what I mean, with dead poets and a drum machine. You know I had some studio time booked, but I couldn’t find the killer hook. Now you're gonna raise the bar right up. Nothing I write is ever good enough (…). I'm getting off my stage, the curtains pull away. No hyperboles to hide behind. My naked soul exposes. Trying to find the magic. Trying to write a classic. Waste-bin full of paper, clever rhymes- see ya later. These words are my own, from my heart. I love you I love you, that’s all I got to say. Can’t think of a better way, and that’s all I got to say. I love you, is that ok?

Que mais posso dizer? Obrigado por dares a oportunidade de isto se endireitar novamente, és-me mais que tudo!
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