Вторник, 04 Апреля 2006 г. 10:22
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In cold light of morning while everyone is yawning
You’re high
In the cold light of morning the party gets boring, you're high
As your skin starts to scratch and wave yesterdays action goodbye
Forget past indiscretions
And stolen possessions
You’re high
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