When I was
A little strange boy
Who lived in dreamy tower
Somewhere in her mind
I believe
That I loved by tomorrow
That I good enough for help
That I good enough for kiss
But time again and again
Cant move like airplane
When I want it
When I need it
So cry again
My friend
Digging your grave
When I was
A kid with no ambitions
Who teaching bad desires
Somewhere in her mind
I believe
That I died by tomorrow
That I good enough for sex
That I good enough for love
But time again and again
Cant move like airplane
When I want it
When I need it
So cry again
My friend
Digging your heart
Digging your grave
Digging her mind
Seconds
© Copyright: Андрей Чурсин, 2010
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