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När fröken var ung och ännu mer naiv.


Under the influence

As he grips the echoing walls of his glass
filled with the pain killers of his lifetime
he drinks and he drinks from the fluids of joy
to laugh at the flying angels in his head
In this world everything becomes beautiful
And I guess in his eyes so was I
He was under the influence of an alcoholic beer
He never really saw me, I was never really there
As he looks at me with eyes red from heaven
I fall under the influence of his drug
I beleive his words come rigth from his heart
and that Im not falling for an empty tin bottle on the wall
And he speaks the dreamers words as his blood flows
Back and forward and upside down his heart
He plays the piano, the sweetest and deepest melody
this alcoholic flow really moves me
He scents the exitement as he takes another glass
he falls deeper and deeper into this flow heartbrake trance
He was under the influence of the party night and day
he never really saw me, I just came in his way
All I really wanted was to open his heart and bleed from inside
I wanted to make him brake the glass
I wanted him to scream out the words that haunt him
I wanted my hands to heal and really feel him
He opens his eyes and dances with the spinning
round and round in circles of illusion
and this downfallen boy led to beleive
that the life inside this tin bottle is everything he needs
He was under the influence of the concentrated potion
he played a false game with every true emotion
I thougth he was there with every thougth and every sense
but the boy was under the influence




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Publicerad 2010-01-06 19:50



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