Today I've had a walk with my music friend, and I've found a good shoes in the shop, so I should go there once again, because I have an aim. I need fine shoes, not trainers, not flat sole and not high heels too. Something between and for travelling. So I've seemed to find them in "Columbia".
Tomorrow I'll have a big tidying up in my tiny room. It's a big thing for me, because I have a store rather a room. Fortunately, I have a goal to find my camera's wire.
I'm so nervous and excited, that I'll go to the USA in a week! But we still know nothing about our visas, and when we know, it'll be the time to fly! WTF, consulate?!
Also today is a great day for my dearest cat, because she has her 5th Birthday today! Yey! Even though she bites terribly, but she's amazing anyway :3
I love my cat ("I love that girl")
And the song of the day will be a song with a beautiful melody and a sad lyrics about a prostitute on drugs. So this song is "The A Team", which brought popularity to a fine British guy and nice singer Ed Sheeran.
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
But she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die
•BE BRAVE•
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