I’d write the ending without any sorrow
Step out of your toga and into the fog
You are a prince on the ocean
In the pinch, in the sky, in your eye
I’m faking my own death so I can get some rest, I know I thought of everything, at last twice!
And I was drawing crazy pictures and before I was done
The pictures started pulsing like an alien lung
And I said “oh my god this is just begun”
And it was twelve more hours before I was done
We were up on the rooftop and I’ll tell you the truth
I was convinced I’d already fallen off of the roof
And these weird metal things rolling around in outta space
Were teleporting me from place to place
The last time I did acid I went insane
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autor: DonTravolta, 13/04/2024
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Soothe your fear, we’re off where it’s warmer
I am the barely-living son of a woman and man who barely made it
But we’re making it
DonTravolta MS – numero uno (prvi mačić)
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