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*disturbed sleep* |
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geschrieben am: 22.01.2001 um 12:28 Uhr
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sleep take me to a world of satisfaction
to the world of dreams and love
sleep defibes my ill idea of protection
i can't get enough
when i close my eyes
i take an elevator
to the empire of haze
it gets later ...
sleep expand my hopeless dreamcollection
often i forget the most
sleep lets me glide into mistakes of fiction
i cry about what i've lost
i can't get no sleep
i try every mad advice
i count fuckin' sheep for sheep
- the i do it twice ...
sleep is an real existing communication
a talk with me - away
what a pitty, i've lost my daily salvation
bed reminds every day
yes, i am stumbled
on the white spiral staircase
felt downstairs - reality?
sleeping pill agian? |
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