The last thing I know is you falling asleep
As I layed beside you, kissing your chin
And she was watching us grin
And I felt so cheap
The morning´s all white, pure, filled up iwth light
I`m searching for coffee, I can`t stand waking up
So I find a beer, waht a delight
I sit down, lick my wounds
taste the blood that I suck
So this here is diferent. this here is new
cause you turn on fire
what long ago burnt through
(01.01.2010)
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