soon ...

Oh, well, in five years time we could be walking round the zoo
With the sun shining down in every me and you

And there’ll be love in the bodys of the elephants tool
I’ll put my hands of your eyes, but you pick throught

And there’ll be sun, sun, sun
All over our bodys.
And sun, sun, sun
I’ll die in next
There’ll be sun, sun, sun
All over our faces
And sun, sun, sun
So, what the hell

‘cause i’ll be laughing around your silly little jokes
And we’ll be laughing about how we use to smoke
All those stupid little cigarretes and drinks to put wine
‘cause it’s what we need to have good times

But it was fun, fun, fun
When we were drinking.
It was fun, fun, fun
When we were drunk
And it was fun, fun, fun
When we were laughing
It was fun, fun, fun
Oh, it was fun.

Oh, well, i look while you’re saying: “it’s the happiest that i’ve ever been”
And i’ll say: “i love to feel that i have to be james dean”
And you say: “yeah, and i feel a pretty happy too, and i’m always pretty happy when i’m just thinking about with you”

And will be love, love, love
Love throught our bodys.
Love, love, love
All throught our minds
And will be love, love, love
All over her face
And love, love, love
All over our minds.

And i’ll remember all these moments suggesting my head
I’ll be thinking about then and there’s lying in bed
And i know that you believe that might not keeping come through
But in my mind i’m having a pretty time with you

Five years time
I might not know it
Five years time
We might not speak
And five years time
We might not care about
Five years time
We might to prove it along

Oh, there’ll be love, love, love
Wherever you go
There’ll be love, love, love

Όταν φτάσει η ώρα να πεις αντίο ,φύγε ήσυχα χωρίς φασαρία .

Γιατί ξεχνάω που έχω παρκάρει ?
Σήμερα.. αύριο και εσύ θα θυμηθείς δεσποινίς ...
.....εγώ πάλι όχι

I'm going back to 505
If it's a 7 hours flight
Or a 45 minute drive
In my imagination
You're waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs

Stop and wait a sec
When you look at me like that
My darling what did you expect?
I probably still adore you
With your hands around my neck
Or I did last time I checked
I'm not shy of a spark
The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark
Frightened by the bite no it's no harsher than the bark
The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start

I'm going back to 505
If it's a 7 hour flight
Or a 45 minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs

But I crumble completely when you cry
It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye
I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon

I'm going back to 505
If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs
And a smile

Emptiness as a human condition of generalized boredom, social alienation and apathy. Feelings of emptiness often accompany dysthymia,^[1] depression, loneliness, despair, or other mental/emotional disorders such as borderline personality disorder. A sense of emptiness is also part of a natural process of grief, as resulting of separation, death of a loved one, or other significant changes. However, the "particular meanings of “emptiness” vary with the particular context and the religious or cultural tradition in which it is used".

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