To take the cup
To fill it up
To drink it slow
I can't let you go
I must be an acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And don't let the bastards grind you down....
in my head i take decisions.....in my heart there is something else going on.....will it always be this way? will i always not do what i actually feel like doing? will it be a lie? would i always not sleep well at night?
The cities a flood, and our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind, trampled in dust
I'll show you a place high on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name.....
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