they're pickin' up pieces of me / while they're pickin' up pieces of you. / in a bag you will be, before the day is over. / were you looking for somewhere to be. / or looking for someone to do. / stupid me, to believe that i could trust in stupid you. / and on the back of my hand, / were directions i could understand. / now that old buzzard johnny walker, / has gone and ruined all our plans. / our best-made plans. // don't leave me here, to cast through time, / without a map, or road sign. / don't leave me here, my guiding light, / 'cause i, i wouldn't know where to begin. / i asked the kings of medicine. // they're pickin' up pieces of me / while they're pickin' up pieces of you. / lying on ice you will be before the day is over. / it's a case in point baby, / that you never throught it through. / stupid me, to believe i could depend on stupid you. / and on the tip of my tongue, / were, words that always came out all wrong. / 'cause they were drowned in southern comfort, / left to dry-out in the sun, / the noon-day sun. // don't leave me here, to cast through time, / without a map, or road sign. / don't leave me here, my guiding light, / 'cause i, i wouldn't know where to begin. / i asked the kings of medicine. / but it seems that they've lost their powers. / now all i'm left with is the hour. // don't leave me here, to cast through time, / without a map, or road sign. / don't leave me here, my guiding light, / 'cause i, i wouldn't know where to begin. / i asked the kings of medicine. / but it seems that they've lost their powers. / now all i'm left with is the hour. // don't leave me here, / don't leave me here, oh no-oh, / i wouldn't know where to begin.
it's good. for several reasons and nonreasons.
kinda.
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päike.
=)
that was a half-zero.
päike.
=)
that was a half-zero.
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