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05 avril 2006

30. Holy cocaine

Sun has been down for a long time
every day's an other shade
like in an octopuses' garden
but in that one you're all alone

No more songs and no more dance
your heart has passed his fucking chance
The only song in your poor brain
mary juanna, holy cocaine

You died so many years ago
but your stupid holy drugs show
makes you feel like it isn't so
I wonder why, i still don't know

Like a fucking "God bless" Burger
you're just evolving through the drugs
you get cool and you get high
you fly like Lucy in the sky

There in the sky you want the sun
you fly so high you're getting burned
your wings are becoming ashes
(Ahhh)

You were an eighteen-year-old boy
a little piece of withered joy
and with pain as a trade mark
you had painted your world in black

You were an eighteen-year-old boy
you stood as stupid cocaine's toy
burried your grave from the sky
you were so high, you were so high

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