Treasure Island

Alien Zoo

(FEB-16-1990)

St. Petersburg, Russia February 19,1997


Shed me everything you've got
Everything you've got to give
What you've got to give for me

On the blackest starlit sky
A voice of what I gained
A boy that's caught in vain
Another one with shame

Oceans of this
I want Oceans of this to give

It was lit up to the sky, a trianglar ufo
how you've all fooled the world with light from the sea's
Dreams of where my dog has died
Came back alive
And was taken away again

I want to float through space
Cause I don't feel I belong here
Oceans of this emotions
I want Oceans of this to give

Oceans of this
I want Oceans of this to give

Emotions of this
I want Oceans just to give me to you

Submitted: Monday, October 26, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, October 27, 2009

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