<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=52180" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Scoundrel Days</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was that somebody screaming...<br>It wasnt me for sure<br>I lift my head up from uneasy<br>Pillows<br>Put my feet on the floor<br>Cut my wrist on a bad thought<br>And head for the door<br>Outside on the pavement<br>The dark makes no noise<br>I can feel the sweat on my lips<br>Leaking into my mouth<br>Im heading out for the steep hills<br>Theyre leaving me no choice<br>And see...as our lives are in the making<br>We believe through the lies and the hating<br>That love goes free<br>For want of an option<br>I run the wind round<br>I dream pictures of houses burning<br>Never knowing nothing else to do<br>With death comes the morning<br>Unannounced and new<br>Was it too much to ask for<br>To pull a little weight...<br>They forgive anything but greatness<br>These are scoundrel days<br>And Im close to calling out their names<br>As pride hits my face<br>See...as our lives are in the making<br>We believe through their lies and the hating<br>That love goes free through<br>Scoundrel days<br>I reach the edge of town<br>Ive got blood in my hair<br>Their hands touch my body<br>From everywhere<br>But I know that Ive made it<br>As I run into the air<br>And see...as our lives are in the making<br>We believe through the lies and the hating<br>That love goes free<br>Through scoundrel days</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by A-Ha - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=52180" data-title="Scoundrel Days" data-description="Was that somebody screaming... It wasnt me for sure I lift my head up from uneasy Pillows Put my feet on the floor Cut my wrist on a bad thought And head for the door Outside on the pavement The dark makes no noise I can feel the sweat on my lips ..."></div> </div> </div>

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