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Every little bubble, and every little sound
Everybody needs a joy full sound,
And every single need, I need this time,
Cocaine lips fake wild blue eyes,
And every day and night, i dream this town,
In every fuckin’ street, I see this sign,
Every burning tree, I dream aloud,
And you just know it.
And every little flower, every little smile
Takes you to a place where you can find,
Pieces of your broken mind, some I can, remedies, some I can, remedies, not.
All those drinks in scars I’ve drinking,
Takes me back, when I was never thinking,
In every little bubble, and every little sound.
And everybody needs a joy full sound.
The more I speak, the more I fall through,
Smoke this last, than I’ll be sober,
6 O’ 4, the dream is over,
Never be the same, the nose is bolder.
You can always try, but you won’t ever find,
Dream is what your living, the dream is where you die,
Piece of heaven, the hell is where you fry.
Everybody needs a joy full sound. ok
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