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A day like the others

The sleep is all a waste of time
the moon says yes and fades away
A voice speaks dark and low on rime
while I step up to kill this day

Deviod of light and full of shit
The love is ash that hurts like hell
All eyes on me while I admit
that I can\'t find a tale to tell

The speed of life is fast indeed
and so the day goes of to cheap
it\'s not enough to still my greed
The sun and I go back to sleep




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Publicerad 2005-12-31 14:59



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