16.6.09

Without You I'm Nothing

I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen
I seem to lose the power of speech,
Your slipping slowly from my reach.
You grow me like an evergreen,
You've never see the lonely me at all.



Back in the days when Molko was still an angry little girl. I'll always be a fan. (oh, and hello Bowie!)
This chorus has been my all-time favorite for such a long time.. I've used the line "I'm unclean, a libertine" more times than I should've. Oh well.. Tick, Tick Tack.

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And if you can't dance to this you can't do nothing for me baby.

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