dilluns, 18 de febrer del 2019

"SHORT"
LAMBCHOP 



Here? s a little story? bout regret
Doesn? t have an ending, it? s not finished yet
But from what I know this far it? s just a peep at who
we are
And an incomplete sentence that you said
Now it? s time to terminate our trust
Even though to you and me it doesn? t matter much
We can close our eyes and picture better days ahead
Even now the phone begins to ring
And our life hangs on a string
And today we start to learn just what that means
And somehow we? re faced with the fact
That you won? t ever get this back
This story? s short just like I said
Can? t seem to get it through my thick head
Started out with hope and now the ending is
suppressed
Smothered like a fire in your dreams
Or will we burn for you tomorrow in your dreams
Or will we pass out in the airport like a freak upon
your seat
Some freak upon your seat

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