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En dikt om alkohol, dock inte om beroende...


Postponing Reality

Flawless rubies, fallen hope
Faith is trickling from my throat
First to realize, forced to see
Faded bliss and foggy dreams

Gazing higher, guessing why
Getting nowhere, getting by

Aching visions, absinthe vows
All the trees are ashes now
Absent feelings, arctic winds
Answers laced with ashen sins

Gaining nothing, greeting lies
Getting nowhere, getting by

Keeping secrets, knowing facts
Kisses cut where knives can\'t hack
Kindred spirits killing time
Knuckles rest with kegs of wine

Gloomy moods are gone tonight
Getting nowhere, getting by

Ernest laughter echoes loud
Easy times \'mongst edgy crowd
Envy gone for evermore
Even wrath is eased and torn

Grinning at the gilded sky
Getting nowhere, getting by




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Publicerad 2006-08-27 23:42



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