Part one He really he really mattered to someone He always hoped he were something special But in the end he's just like anyone else on the railway Nothing less, nothing more...as he hoped He really thought he could be sober...all the time He always thought someone bothered help him... but in the end...destiny did him no good No good...as he thought He made life until he naturally died nothing fancy, no, nothing fancy at all Never got more than he needed...never got what he wanted What he wanted...as he needed Part two I remember the crazy's on the streets Injecting coca-cola in a different way Dear Lord, please take all the cola back from my body I remember the bolded man sadly asking for a proper lifestyle Dear lord, please don't take the hair away from my head I remember instantly human screams from the shipyard - Just casual-factory-prisons Dear lord, please give them just one more drink Trees above me are falling, and breaks through my mind in a insensible pain Going natural high tonight, the stars underneath me Singing popular songs The dream is so far away, maybe tomorrow they say ENTER TELLY-LOVE BACK TO THE 80s
Reason for writing:
My eyes, the air, chemistry and fun surrerealism
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