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I'm lying on the floor completely exhausted and absorbing cigarette's bitterness. It's so disgusting, sticks to after-weed's dry lips. Room is illuminated by a completely preposterous combination of colors, it makes perception somewhat phantasmagorical. Michelle sings something about friday's night. Hmm, today's Sunday. Weird, outside is ridiculously gloomy.
This lifelong psycho only making it worse. Baby, wish I would take you now, put in my car and get the hell out of this place. Somewhere to Arizona deserts, or San-Francisco, at least they have beaches.
There, we'd lie on the moon sea's coast and share our most concealed thoughts, or just hit the road under a pelting rain with Zeppelins pouring out of speakers. But above all - together.
This lifelong psycho only making it worse. Baby, wish I would take you now, put in my car and get the hell out of this place. Somewhere to Arizona deserts, or San-Francisco, at least they have beaches.
There, we'd lie on the moon sea's coast and share our most concealed thoughts, or just hit the road under a pelting rain with Zeppelins pouring out of speakers. But above all - together.