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Sunday, March 30, 2008 - ore 21:28
Pillbox
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
I found life is risky
inside my glass of whiskey
while looking for my soul
will I remember it at all?
And I found my teardrops
inside your silver pillbox
like bullets from a gun
God, what have I done?
I would rather not remember til the day I die
I would rather have to kill me than to tell a lie
I would rather not remember so...
Heal me
I have knocked down my dignity
Heal me
No-one’s ever meant this much to me
I would rather not remember til the day I die
I would rather have to kill me than to tell a lie
Tilt tilt tilt tilt washing away my guilt
the truth is hard to see
oh no, it wasn’t me
And I found my shamrocks
inside your silver pillbox
so somehow I can rate
who I love and who I hate
I would rather not remember til the day I die
I would rather have to kill me than to tell a lie
I would rather not remember so...
Heal me
I have knocked down my dignity
Heal me
No-one’s ever meant this much to me
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