<div class="hauptbox"><div class="bild" style="float:left; width: 50px; height: 27px; background-color:#2d4930; margin:0px 3px 1px 0px;"></div><div class="bild" style="float: right; width: 43px; padding-left:7px; height:63px; background-color:#2d4930; margin:0px 0px 0px 4px;"><img src="http://s7.directupload.net/images/140114/je4j3cea.gif"></div>And once you asked me well what's my biggest fear. That things would always remain so unclear. That one day I'd wake up all alone. With a big family and emptiness deep in my bones. That I would be so blinded, turn a deaf ear. And that my fake laugh would suddenly sound sincere. Now I wasn't born for anything. Wasn't born to say anything. Oh I'm just here now and soon I'll be gone.</div>
And once you asked me well what's my biggest fear. That things would always remain so unclear. That one day I'd wake up all alone. With a big family and emptiness deep in my bones. That I would be so blinded, turn a deaf ear. And that my fake laugh would suddenly sound sincere. Now I wasn't born for anything. Wasn't born to say anything. Oh I'm just here now and soon I'll be gone.
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Thema: Re: Signaturcode Do März 06, 2014 2:10 pm
I heard you tellin' lies I heard you say you weren't born of our blood I know we're the crooked kind But you're crooked too, boy, and it shows Some get dealt simple hands Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn. But all folks are damaged goods. It ain't a talk of "if," just one of "when" and "how".
I heard you tellin' lies I heard you say you weren't born of our blood I know we're the crooked kind But you're crooked too, boy, and it shows Some get dealt simple hands Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn. But all folks are damaged goods. It ain't a talk of "if," just one of "when" and "how".
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Thema: Re: Signaturcode Mo März 10, 2014 2:14 am
I heard you tellin' lies, I heard you say you weren't born of our blood. Some get dealt simple hands, Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn. But all folks are damaged goods. It ain't a talk of "if," just one of "when" and "how". So, collect your scars and wear 'em well. Your blood's a good an ink as any.