Four corners and a king-sized bed. A china-lamp breaks beside my head. All those fragments on the floor. Who closed that curtain and the balcony-door?
The mind can atrophy such mediocrity things aren't what they seem sometimes and every waking dream repeating central theme if we don't wake up do we die
Les samedis soirs dans les pubs, les troquets Le public est la, toujours pret a vibrer Quel que soit le style, le rythme ou le tempo C'est bien le groove
Up on the Fifth Floor Harvey Nics Down to Claridges And Trader Vics Mai Tai baby or a Singapore Sling Get your cards behind the bar and get the cocktails
Patience, it's not my virtue When I feel the anger I want to shout Hatred of everything Call the cops when it's time to let it out Walking the streets
Woy ou ke ni sa pou di Woy ou ke ni sa pou di Woy ou ke ni sa pou di Woy ou ke ni sa pou di This one is a lazy one Kou la sa nou ka pren'y on jen, lazy
Le bevande avanzate abbandonate Sono la sostanza piu forte che ci sia Un giorno Paul ha detto "i livelli sono sette" ma era in acido Gli inglesi sono
fill holes dig holes forever gazing at backdoors for once in a life it's coming in inspired by our attraction what we smell bitter sweet pleasure one
Yellow Cocktail Music in my ears Reminds me of my downfalls and my fears Hesitation Paranoia I saw ya leave the party with my girl on your arm I don'
This all started at a party. The exposition started at a party just like tonight. Not a formal with neckties and wine. Our bottles came in bags with Colt
Yeah this all started at a party The exposition it started at a party just like tonight Not a formal with neckties and wine Our bottles came in bags with
Broke, dough, dope, the line is choked Smoked the last dollar to a name Are you buying? Are you selling girl? Talking square never change And if I
You try to play it cool like you just don?t care But soon I?ll be playing in your underwear I?m like a mage with a magic spell You?ll come like a dog
In the depths of the underground Through the nurseries of real metal sound Governing the molten core No more slavery anymore The Winds! They Called -
Trapped in a gang mentality. Caught up in what we think we're supposed to be. And all the while you're not really free. Because "tyranny is tyranny, let
Cocktails and parties Watch you Take the floor You move like no one I have ever seen Ever seen before A crush would be all right But it's a bit more than
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