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Will you listen to the story
Of my life and of my shame?
Well thanks for your attention
Mr Samson is my name
I once was one of many ones
Of normal living men
My sky was still not cloudy
I was rather happy then
I had a girl, a clever one
And pretty as a sin
She was my world, my everything
My sun, my rain, my wind
We lived our life, we drank our wine
We laughed and we made love
And everything ran smoothly
Like with guidance from above
This is the story of a human's life
A story among others
Of just another strife
This is the telling of a human tale
A scarification
A griever's bed of nails
A sunny day, a summer day
We ventured on a trip
My thundering Harley Davidson
And her arms around my hips
Some broken glass and broken wood
Smashing against the tires
It sent us flying
Broke my baby's back against the wires
This is the story of a human's life
A story among others
Of just another strife
This is the telling of a human tale
A scarification
A griever's bed of nails
Mr Samson lost his faith
He once was good but all he feels now's agony and hate
Mr Samson fears the night
He's running out of oxygen, he's choked by all his fright
This is the story of a human's life
A story among others
Of just another strife
This is the telling of a human tale
A scarification
A griever's bed of nails
Will you listen to the story
Of my life and of my shame?
Well thanks for your attention
Mr Samson is my name
I once was one of many ones
Of normal living men
My sky was still not cloudy
I was rather happy then
I had a girl, a clever one
And pretty as a sin
She was my world, my everything
My sun, my rain, my wind
We lived our life, we drank our wine
We laughed and we made love
And everything ran smoothly
Like with guidance from above
This is the story of a human's life
A story among others
Of just another strife
This is the telling of a human tale
A scarification
A griever's bed of nails
A sunny day, a summer day
We ventured on a trip
My thundering Harley Davidson
And her arms around my hips
Some broken glass and broken wood
Smashing against the tires
It sent us flying
Broke my baby's back against the wires
This is the story of a human's life
A story among others
Of just another strife
This is the telling of a human tale
A scarification
A griever's bed of nails
Mr Samson lost his faith
He once was good but all he feels now's agony and hate
Mr Samson fears the night
He's running out of oxygen, he's choked by all his fright
This is the story of a human's life
A story among others
Of just another strife
This is the telling of a human tale
A scarification
A griever's bed of nails
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Asså... hur komemr man på en sån här låttext?!
bara å öva typ.. det är väldigt klurigt i början, men efter några texter brukar det släppa :)
Obskrivlig låttext (skulle vara coolt att höra musiken och texten)
Jag håller inte riktigt med markus på konstruktiv kritik. Samson passar (för mig känns han anonym fast han... representerar mänskligheten :)
konstruktiv kritik: gillar inte namnet Mr Samson
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