vasárnap, november 18, 2007

posztalkoholos

Az alkoholmérgezésnél csak a halál rosszabb, amúgy meg az összes dohányost szeretném kilőni a picsába a holdra, randa büdös banda, fújják csak egymásra a füstöt.
Ezentúl templomba járok szombat este.


(I'm not like them but I can pretend
The sun is gone but I have a light
The day is done but I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb or maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy, think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy, think I'm just happy

My heart is broke but I have some glue
Help me inhale and mend it with you
We'll float around and hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down and I have a hangover, have a hangover
Have a hangover, have a hangover

Skin the sun, Fall asleep
Wish away, the soul is cheap
Lesson learned, wish me luck
Soothe the burn, wake me up

I'm not like them but I can pretend
The sun is gone but I have a light
The day is done but I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb or maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy, think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy, think I'm just happy
I think I'm dumb, I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb, I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb, I think I'm dumb)

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