My moon my man.
Eternal life is now on my trail.
Got me my requiem coffin man, just need one last nail.
There's no time for hatred, only questions.
Where is love, where is happiness?
What is life? Where is peace?
When will I find the strength to bring me what I need?
Tell me, where is the truth in what your prophet has said?
You better turn around and blow your kiss good bye.
Too young to hold on, to old to just break free and run.
You never give me your money, you only give me your funny paper.
I never give you my number, I only give you my situation. And in the middle of negotiation you break down.
But oh, that magic feeling. Know where to go.
One sweet dream, pick up the the bags and get in the limousine.
Soon we'll be away from here, step on the gas and wipe that tear away.
One sweet dream came true today.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7. All good children go to heaven.
Here comes the sun.
*crickets*
Friday, March 13, 2009
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