Sunday 8 June 2008 photo 2/2
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Is it hard for you to sleep at night
The powder glowing in your smile?
And is it hard to die a fraction at a time?
Is it just too hard to say goodbye?
Your life spins like a carousel
Your hopes are buried in a wishing well
Awake in a grave that you dug yourself
Just keep on betting on that horse you love
I can see the sadness in his face
Deep behind his lacquered eyes
A real devastation quaking in his jawline
THE DEMON ALWAYS COMES ALIVE, COMES ALIVE
The powder glowing in your smile?
And is it hard to die a fraction at a time?
Is it just too hard to say goodbye?
Your life spins like a carousel
Your hopes are buried in a wishing well
Awake in a grave that you dug yourself
Just keep on betting on that horse you love
I can see the sadness in his face
Deep behind his lacquered eyes
A real devastation quaking in his jawline
THE DEMON ALWAYS COMES ALIVE, COMES ALIVE
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