Your eyes are love
Their holding on to me
I need a big paper so
I can paint them alive
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I’ve been to your appartment, I believe you call it home
Seen the sun over the bridge when smoking all alone
I’ve tried to go to your heart and stay there for my life
But the sun always sets before you start reflect
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When my morning sun becomes a falling star
My tea becomes true and sweet as honey
I smell the grass with the door slightly ajar
Even though the day is dark I’m lucky
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As I stepped onto the railroad tracks
I could feel something closing up on me
It was Death as a conductor
he checked my one way ticket
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Not long ago my skin was red, now it’s yellow and bleak
My roots are shaking threads and are getting weak
All my likewise have fallen down and disintegrating
It’s only the strong ones in comfort still smiling
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Last night I had the clearest dream
I was a heroin addict
Lying in a bathtub with my dry blood
A girl beside me
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Where you’ve been, what you’ve seen
What you’ve done, what you’ve sung
Tell me, tell me, unless I won’t see
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We all live to die, rather than die to live
When I fall asleep
I think about
that I think about you
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