I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired,
it's family beaches that I desire.
That sacred night where we watched the fireworks.
They frightened the babies and you know
they've got two flashing eyes and
if they are color blind, they make me feel,
that I'm only all I see sometimes.
quarta-feira, 5 de agosto de 2009
All Is Loneliness.
Aways, all is loneliness, loneliness comes botherin'round my home, comes worryn'round my door.
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