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Elveszett aranyváros

2010/10/01

See you space assante...

utolsó napom itt,

holnap hazaköltözöm

 

tehát:



Nowhere to go, no one to go there with
Like an old, distorted phonograph
whose grooves are scratched and skip
I’ve broken down and analyzed what’s going on in here
Something is gone that won’t be found…
trajectory is clear

Falling from the ladder, I am giving up on grace
I have seen the summit’s glory and I felt so out of place
Falling from the ladder, I am landing on my face
I have held the hand of beauty and I felt so out of place

Nothing to show, no one to show it to
Searching for the moment when I started to unglue
I’ve broken down and analyzed what’s going on in here
I’m the freak behind the stare
A man that children fear

London Bridge is falling down
Steel and concrete on the ground



assante



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