Apartment in New York, London and Paris Where will we rest, were - TopicsExpress



          

Apartment in New York, London and Paris Where will we rest, were all living on top of it Its all that we have the USA our daily bread And no one is willing to share it Why cant we see our fortunancy Living as legends have lived Bane and dismannered We coax all the time Knowing that nothing is left when we die Come along Fool, A direct hit to the sense youre disconnected Its not that its bad, its not that its death Its just that its on the tip of your tongue and youre so silent Wanting to live and laugh all the time Sitting alone with you tea and your crime Children with kids and people with parents Any which way theres no past and no present When the day comes and all of them bums Will reveal enchanting persons Come along Fool, A direct hit to the sense youre disconnected Its not that its bad, its not that its death Its just that its on the tip of your tongue and youre so silent When its a rut and babys no luck Half of its misunderstanding love The war we have won were winning again Within ourselves and within our friends Come along Fool, A direct hit to the sense youre disconnected Its not that its bad, its not that its death Its just that its on the tip of your tongue and youre so silent
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 06:47:51 +0000

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