everyone whos drinking, is already drunk or sleeping. Everyone who isnt is just too political to talk to. Another summer evening, and the citys barely breathing, It just aint the same, just aint the same without you. I wasnt joking bout my burial, the backyards where I prefer, But my landlord wouldnt like that, I gotta own a backyard first. So Ill keep singing yall these spirituals, and pray it lifts the curse, That keeps me chasing ghosts of dreams from funerals to birth, in reverse. In reverse, in reverse, in reverse, in reverse, in reverse. That keeps me chasing ghosts of dreams from funerals to birth, in reverse.
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 09:50:40 +0000
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