Posted on Friday 18 Feb 2005
 | 1.Sometimes I cry, I sit and weep. Hoping that I Might drink myself to sleep. Oh I don’t know What the hell I’m doing here. 2.Soft as a dream You come to me Showing me things I cannot see. And then you go And I’m left here alone. 3.there’s no truth to be learned, no moral in this song it’s just about the things that I’ve got going on don’t dream your life away or get hooked by the strong |
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