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Nailpin
My last goodbye

The roads I took curved constantly
An open path or dead-end streets
Took me a while to find out which direction I should face
Left wrong turns and - oh my leaves turned early –
By which I mean to illustrate my state

And now it’s over there’s naught ahead
But I can’t let go
had it all planned out, the way, the day, I set the time
Well I came close to writing down
My last goodbye

Bad luck shaped me as a man
Bad breaks tore me down again
Took different shapes before I took the shape that I now am
The pressure’s tense and – oh the tension’s pressing –
Society’s roll, took it’s toll again

The pressure’s tense and – oh the tension’s pressing –
Society’s roll, took its toll again

walter

Toegevoegd door walter op vr 31 maart, 2006 10:19 am

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Taal: Engels
Beschikbaar op: 12 To Go (2004)

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