segunda-feira, 28 de março de 2011

Happiness

Happiness hit her like a train on track Coming towards her stuck still no turning back She hid around corners and she hid under beds She killed with kisses and from it she fled With every bubble she sank with her drink And washed it away down the kitchen sink The dog days are over The dog days are done The horses are coming So you better run Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers Leave all your loving, your longing behind You cant carry it with you if you want to survive The dog days are over The dog days are done Can you hear the horses? 'Cause here they come And i never wanted anything from you Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh Happiness hit her like a bullet in the mind Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that

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