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[Los Angeles]

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Malade

I want a girl, girl that won't talk back
And a job, job that gives me slack
And a car, car that won't break down
In the heat of Los Angeles
I want to go, go without a map
Far away, away, I won't get trapped
By the sound, a town, the sun beats down
In the heat of Los Angeles

One more holiday
I will not celebrate
I'm almost desperate
Cause I'm down, I'm down, I'm so beat down

This city's killing me
I want, I want, I want everything
This city's killing me
In the heat of Los Angeles

I want a love, love that won't hit back
Want sex, sex without a catch
Want a face, to trust, to feel, to lust
In the heat of Los Angeles
Want to fuck, fuck, fuck this up
Gonna feel, feel, feel you up
Had enough, enough, enough, enough
In the heat of Los Angeles

This city's killing me
I want, I want, I want everything
This city's killing me
In the heat of Los Angeles
What has become of me?
I want, I want, I want everything
This city's killing me
(I want everything)

Come on, come on
It's alive and breathing
Come on, come on
Come alive today
Come on, come on
It's a heartless beating
The sun is burning down Los Angeles
Los Angeles
Los Angeles

I want a girl, girl that won't talk back
And a job, job that gives me slack
And a car, car that won't break down
In the heat of Los Angeles

Come on, come on
It's alive and breathing
Come on, come on
Come alive today
Come on, come on
It's a heartless beating
The sun is burning down

(This city's killing me)
Come on, come on
It's alive and breathing
Come on, come on
Come alive today
(This city's killing me)
Come on, come on
It's a heartless beating
The sun is burning down Los Angeles
The sun is burning down Los Angeles
The sun is burning down Los Angeles
The sun is burning down Los Angeles

Don't forget 21.09.2008

Elsa_ ( L )

Jade | 16years | Los Angeles | Gay | Taken <3

F.B Myspace

Jade n'arrive pas a dormir sans elle...

JADE NE MORD PAS !!
Elle lèche ( A )

A chaque séparation mon coeur se serre,mes poumons comprésser ne laisse plus passé d'oxygène...
Ses mots qu'elle me murmure au creux de l'oreille résonne sans fin dans ma tête.
J'ai encore le gout de ses lèvres sur les miennes.
Il me tarde déjà de la serrer de nouveaux dans mes bras !

Je ne m'appelle pas JADOU.

[Los Angeles]

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