sábado, 14 de junio de 2008

Síndrome de Estocolmo.


I won't stand in your way
Let your hatred grow
And she'll scream
And she'll shout
And she'll pray
And she had a name
Yeah she had a name

[...]


Look to the stars
Let hope grow in your eyes
And we'll love
And we'll hate
And we'll die
All to no avail
All to no avail

This is the last time
I'll abandon you
And this is the last time
I'll forget you
I wish I could


Muse, Stockholm syndrome.



I won't, I won't, I won't...
I wish I could.
All to no avail,
All to lost a name.


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