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Sometimes I like to pretend I'm drunk In the middle of the night on the road I like to pretend I'm a punk As memories of my childhood flowed Big child, small man, I am nothing of them Of my own kingdom I am at the helm It gets a tidy bit lonely from time to time But wanting to be left alone is not a crime, Is it ? Is it ? Starry nights underneath our blankets Don't shine as your eyes used to I'm always on my own little planets And I never travel in my spaceship with you I always want to be above And always talk about the sky It sicks you and it sicks me too as I get high But anyway we still have love, Do we ? Do we ? Life has been a dream since I've grown It gives you the belief of so much more That in the end like a paper plane you'll soar But it's too weak against a stone I have no control over anything A spectator of my own life stream Thanks to this game I learned one thing That if you never dream There is no nightmare No nightmare A bottle of gin, a bottle of wine Whatever anyway, they're all water I'm drowning inside, I've crossed the line I hibernate in the middle of summer Sometimes it's all too much Things crash down and crumble and break Through shaky fingers you say I'm a wreck As I see me as such... One day I will be Eventually the perfect symbol of love If l have to lose myself to finally solve This mess that is my soul, that is me I will never be ready for this Even if it brings you a time of bliss My salvation won't happen so don't wait for eternity After all, what is my mysery ? Before yours Take those doors But maybe One day I will be Eventually
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
I will be, eventually (A Dream)
Sometimes I like to pretend I'm drunk In the middle of the night on the road I like to pretend I'm a punk As memories of my childhood flowed Big child, small man, I am nothing of them Of my own kingdom I am at the helm It gets a tidy bit lonely from time to time But wanting to be left alone is not a crime, Is it ? Is it ? Starry nights underneath our blankets Don't shine as your eyes used to I'm always on my own little planets And I never travel in my spaceship with you I always want to be above And always talk about the sky It sicks you and it sicks me too as I get high But anyway we still have love, Do we ? Do we ? Life has been a dream since I've grown It gives you the belief of so much more That in the end like a paper plane you'll soar But it's too weak against a stone I have no control over anything A spectator of my own life stream Thanks to this game I learned one thing That if you never dream There is no nightmare No nightmare A bottle of gin, a bottle of wine Whatever anyway, they're all water I'm drowning inside, I've crossed the line I hibernate in the middle of summer Sometimes it's all too much Things crash down and crumble and break Through shaky fingers you say I'm a wreck As I see me as such... One day I will be Eventually the perfect symbol of love If l have to lose myself to finally solve This mess that is my soul, that is me I will never be ready for this Even if it brings you a time of bliss My salvation won't happen so don't wait for eternity After all, what is my mysery ? Before yours Take those doors But maybe One day I will be Eventually
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16/M/France
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
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