Friday, October 28, 2011

Come Clean

As tonight i'm in jail
i can think if i was dignity
hurted you like a modest foal
made you run to your little dinghy

but i'd rather fall,fall asleep

and as you're stranded out
cuddeling up the phone
i know you're concerned enough to make a call
so i jus fall,i jus fall

there's a newborn pegion living by the needles
wasting words all the day
"In this  season
our leader said we'll swarm
and will have a beautiful fall
Betty says if new born pegons cant fly
they should at least have a beautiful fall"

aw! it's like the day with no religions!
the day with a rain of dead pegions
it's like the day with no religions!
the day with a rain of dead pegions

As i'm closing eyes i count the hours pass by
you'll be instantly here,washing up all the fear
cuz you'll be instantly here,washing up with all the fear

that's why i never come clean

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