2009. február 15., vasárnap

The weed song

Please separate my mind
From the things left behind
When the time is awake
There is a strange shape

Of faces cuz i feel
Some acid ripple dreams
Prescribe me, suicide
Don't kill myself tonight

Cuz I got roll the stuff
Which my hand-cuff
I want to fly again
Laught the lies we can

Tell eachother that's why
I need some green this time
Still my joint is glowing
I touched by the wind

( Everything I have done,
Is against the God )

Come on and swim with me
Out of the sanity
Cuz that is what we need
We need nothin' but weed

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