segunda-feira, 10 de outubro de 2011
21 grams soundtrack
They say we all lose 21 grams at the exact moment of our death... everyone The weight of a stack of nickels. The weight of a chocolate bar. The weight of a hummingbird. I'm thinking about a song performed by the doors... Death makes angels of us all And gives us wings Where we had shoulders Smooth as ravens Claws "No more money, no more fancy dress this other kingdom seems by far the best Until its other jaw reveals incest And loose obedience to a vegetable law"
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