That was some random morning or was some deep night of the third day when i
saw your eyes, then ya call me in a dream, weird dream as your voice is weird.
When i took a glass, a glass full of bad
advices, and bit a golden bullet with 22 years old and it drove me home, to
some shanty town to take a train tonight. And around my head there’s a dark
cloud of bitter thoughts, trapped and waiting for the feelings got loose.
It’s funny but tonight i’m outa of me, so
there is no shit no history, how i can resist of what she done to me, the
windows are closed there’s not even a breeze, and i’m drinking the nineteenth
glass of bad advices, and writting some silly things to release the demons that
you can’t see, they’re now tightening around my heart and whispering the right
words to say.
I need to take the last bus to hit her house
with some bullets and rainbow shots, whisky guns and sweet knives.
So there’s this other girl, and she’s and
she’s and she’s
With her big
glasses and funny laugh and straight thumbs and and and
THE DAY IS GONNA COME, YOU’RE GONNA LOSE
Oh Nova Baby i’m gonna treat like a boy and
we...
We’re gonna read some sick words ‘cause the writer
is, sit in my lap and let me tell ya a tale...
‘bout this radial lights and old movies,
you’re changin’ girl, and i guess you really needing a new bite and i’m not
kiddin’, oh baby, i swear i’m not, let’s hit the road again, or let me do it by
myself.
To find someone who cares with the original
sin
And long for pain and happiness, ‘cause the
road is too long Nova Baby, and i’m gettin’ tired.
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