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12 February 2008
Tråk-ego, har hittat kameran igen hahah den försvinner hela tiden, fattar inte :s
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone
Left by the lamp, right next to the bed
On a cartoon cat pad she scratched with a pen
"Everything is as it's always been,
This never happened"
"Don't take it too bad, it's nothing you did
It's
I remember everything
The words we spoke on freezing South Street
All those mornings watching you
Get ready for school.
You combed your hair inside that mirror,
The one you painted blue
And glue
Well let the poets cry themselves to sleep
And all their tearful words will turn back into steam
But me, I'm a single cell on the serpent's tongue
There's a muddy field where a garden was
And I'
See the animal in his cage that you built,
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye,
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
What if everything around you,
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know,
Is an elaborate dream?
And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don't know how
Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind
Sleep forever
Some days, I'm so outshined and out of time
Have you ever
Falling, I'm falling
Falling, I'm falling
And it's obvious that you're dying, dying
Just living proof that the camera's lying
And oh, oh, oh-pen wide
Cause this is your night
So smile
Cause you'll go out in style
You'll go out in styl
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