--> Foto minha: Quadro de Avisos Spectre Radiohead I'm lost, I'm a ghost, dispossessed, taken host. My hunger burns a bullet hole, a spectre of my mortal soul. These rumors and suspicion, anger is a poison. The only truth that I could see is when you put your lips to me. Futures tricked by the past. Spectre, how he laughs. Fear puts a spell on us, always second- guessing love. My hunger burns a bullet hole, a spectre of my mortal soul. The only truth that I can see: Spectre has come for me.
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