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wczoraj.
35km na rowerze, wielka pętla wokół wrocławia (tour de wrocław?)
w uszach reanimation.

poczułem ten klimat.
końcówka podstawówki, początek gimnazjum.
ta muzyka, ta gra, ta otoczka, to powietrze. zimno. późna jesień, chmury i wiatr.
minuty, godziny.
początki.

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 when I look into your eyes there's nothing there to see
nothing but my own mistakes staring back at me

i've lied to you
this is the last smile that i'll fake for the sake of being with you
everything falls apart
even the people who never frown eventually break down

everything has to end
you'll soon find we're out of time left to watch it all unwind
the sake of being with you

everything falls apart
even the people who never frown eventually break down
the sacrifice is never knowing

why i stay with you
when you just push away
no matter what you see
you're still so blind to me

i've tried, like you, to do everything you wanted to
this is the last time
i'll take the blame for the sake of being with you

reverse psychology is failing miserably
it's so hard to be left all alone
telling you is the only chance for me
there is nothing left but to turn and face you
when i look into your eyes there nothing there to see
nothing but my own mistakes staring back at me
asking why?
the sacrifice of hiding in a lie
the sacrifice is never knowing

magia wokalu, muzyki i tekstu. święte 3.
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wszystko ze sobą połączone. chaos tej notki uspokaja mnie niesamowicie.
druidzi, nekromanci, zabójczynie. cała mitologia.
najlepsza gra.
najlepsi ludzie.

 2002 <3

moooo