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You said you could take this
You said it wouldn't get ugly again
And no you can't meditate this
You wish it never began
I want to be sober
Yeah I want to be like a river
Just let my life float through me
But I can't connect with a loaded gun in my hand (at my head?)
You started to worry
You bent yourself to get under the hand
And now with your shipwreck stories
You say you don't understand
Chorus
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Posted: 29.07.2004