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What a pity

I'm stuck
In my own mind
I've never had any luck
Thoughts are hard to find.

I brought myself to fires
Burning so brightly
Flames lashing up like wires
Roaring inside, I'm mighty.

I'm the only sane person here
The only one who knows the truth
I'm also the only one without fear
I often find myself running on the roof.

Weird men
Grabbing me all over
I bit off the ear of one of them named Ken
And smashed anothers head into his Land Rover

I can feel the sun
Coming from the walls
White and fun
The only thing I hear is how someone calls...

For me...




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Publicerad 2009-08-25 14:05



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