| 18.11.05 |
| Darkness Music |
It was a dusty old night and
I'm the first to admit it
I'm sure
I upset someone
But my memory has chosen to omit it
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A tiny voice was telling me
I should cool it
Chewing my face off talking absolute rubbish
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The first line hit me like a kick in the face
Thought I better have another just in case
Next thing I knew my heart was under attack
Bought a one way ticket to hell
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.... And Back!
One Way Ticket to hell and back
Bought a one way ticket to hell and back
One way ticket to hell and back
Bought a one way ticket to hell and back
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I'm always trying to keep my vices under wraps
But a coach load of mutes would appear talkative chaps
They seemed fit to join me for a couple of hits
But my septum is in tatters
And I've still got the runs
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Burn for a moment then you kick like a mule
Strangers would agree(?) that it was rocket fuel
Seveal lines are chocking like a glorious game
Bought a one way ticket to hell
.
Stick it up your nose! Woohoo!
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always cold(?) repeating myself, except I'm getting
slightly louder
Pausing long enough to snort that white powder
Wheels steering off but I'm still on track
Bought a one way ticket to hell
.
And back!
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Esta música mexe com o meu nervoso miudinho!!
Apetece-me fazer loucuras, sem me importar com códigos, nem etiquetas! |
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Benvindo!! Fica o tempo que quiseres! Ehehehe (ai que agora fiquei mal eheh)
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