quinta-feira, 6 de novembro de 2014

find a way

Life' s too short to even care at all.
I'm losing my mind, losing control,
These fishes in the sea they're staring at me,

A wet world aches for a beat of a drum...

If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that i should have found by now....

I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down...

I'm coming up now out of the blue
These zombies in the park they're looking for my heart
A dark world aches for a splash of the sun

And so I run up to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down.

One more spoon of cough syrup now.

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