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Tuesday, December 9
Some things they don’t come cheap
You take a good nights sleep
That widescreen TV that’s just out of reach
And all the things we humans hold so deep
Think Kierkegaard’s leap
Them lot they think they know a thing or two
Sometimes I even wish it was true
Everyone looking forward through a living hell
But you know things could never be that cool
Think lizards and fools
Comments
You take a good nights sleep
That widescreen TV that’s just out of reach
And all the things we humans hold so deep
Think Kierkegaard’s leap
Them lot they think they know a thing or two
Sometimes I even wish it was true
Everyone looking forward through a living hell
But you know things could never be that cool
Think lizards and fools
Friday, December 5
1
I need to heal myself
The way people like to try
I like to feel myself
Get high
And I sometimes cry
You try
I love to say I’ll buy
Then reel a week down the line
We all get used to our ways
And I’m sure it will all be fine
As long as you’re mine
Comments
I need to heal myself
The way people like to try
I like to feel myself
Get high
And I sometimes cry
You try
I love to say I’ll buy
Then reel a week down the line
We all get used to our ways
And I’m sure it will all be fine
As long as you’re mine
Thursday, December 4
Loves going on man
Yes it’s going to hurt me
Feel it long as I’m mad
Come on baby flirt free
Disco lights and biscuits
Go along and frisk it
You get on your face mate
Or are you going to risk it
Listen it’s not over
Save me for the last
Get on in the nova
Let’s run up it fast
Home is all a mirror
I have seen all this before
Hotting up the liver
I only live for more
Comments
Yes it’s going to hurt me
Feel it long as I’m mad
Come on baby flirt free
Disco lights and biscuits
Go along and frisk it
You get on your face mate
Or are you going to risk it
Listen it’s not over
Save me for the last
Get on in the nova
Let’s run up it fast
Home is all a mirror
I have seen all this before
Hotting up the liver
I only live for more
Tuesday, December 2
She found my eyes
And they were shut
She wanted love
But used the word ‘fuck’
Think we might be out of luck
He sees through her story
And can’t see why
He thinks when he tries
But looks for the sky
Like it meets his lies
They are perfect together
And know they won't last
They're chasing the feeling
But can't feel a heart
It all looks like art
Comments
And they were shut
She wanted love
But used the word ‘fuck’
Think we might be out of luck
He sees through her story
And can’t see why
He thinks when he tries
But looks for the sky
Like it meets his lies
They are perfect together
And know they won't last
They're chasing the feeling
But can't feel a heart
It all looks like art