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Sunday night
Cheap bourbon, cold cigarette smoke..
A word unspoken on which I choke.
A thing lost that will never be found..
A scream so loud, it makes no sound.
Comrades laughter warm and kind..
Be peacefull in your behaviour and mind.
Be plainly happy to be alive..
Be easy to love, an ocean safe to dive.
Crazy people we are, both angry and glad..
Dancing to the blues whenever we're sad.
Drinking wine from your bitter, yet lovely lips..
Doubt not! Makes me the completest man there is.
A word unspoken on which I choke.
A thing lost that will never be found..
A scream so loud, it makes no sound.
Comrades laughter warm and kind..
Be peacefull in your behaviour and mind.
Be plainly happy to be alive..
Be easy to love, an ocean safe to dive.
Crazy people we are, both angry and glad..
Dancing to the blues whenever we're sad.
Drinking wine from your bitter, yet lovely lips..
Doubt not! Makes me the completest man there is.
Published 14th May 2012
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