Walkin' side-by-side with death The Devil mocks their every step, ooh, ooh-ooh The snow drives back the foot that's slow The dogs of doom are howlin' more, oh, oh-oh They carry news that must get through to build a dream for me and you, aw-whoa-whoa They choose the path where no one goes, oh-oh, ooh-ooh
They hold no quarter. They ask no quarter. The pain, the pain without quarter. They ask no quarter. The dogs of doom are howling more!
7 Comments:
Os teus são armas apontadas à minha cabela Leroy...dão-me tendências suicidas!
4:29 da tarde
Fica a pergunta:
- Porque não disparam?
5:50 da tarde
hum..afinal não sou eu kem tem a arma..
7:59 da tarde
Walkin' side-by-side with death
The Devil mocks their every step, ooh, ooh-ooh
The snow drives back the foot that's slow
The dogs of doom are howlin' more, oh, oh-oh
They carry news that must get through
to build a dream for me and you, aw-whoa-whoa
They choose the path where no one goes, oh-oh, ooh-ooh
They hold no quarter. They ask no quarter.
The pain, the pain without quarter.
They ask no quarter.
The dogs of doom are howling more!
9:00 da tarde
A vida é uma constante roleta-russa, dispara...
1:32 da manhã
Até me vieram as lágrimas aos olhos a ver um post vosso com os LZ...
Um grande bem haja!
mais não digo porque nada há mais a dizer!
Nelson Stone
5:02 da tarde
I ágóra tôdu mundu coàis mãozinhais prá cima!
7:42 da tarde
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