I can't stand this terror of your kinda like me
So first I invite the clouds from the first time
Then tie up all your words in that white one
Collect the pieces and go down to the Woodies
But still not a change
I can’t stand this terror of your kinda
With me everything’s fine fine fine
Ttricky warnings why not be to the point honey
Soon I will hate us can you believe this I say
Well I’m even kinda sorry can’t be a lilla boy
But I’m not surprised I have nothing to think now
I cooled my senses away
First I invite the clouds from the first time
Then tie up all your words n that white one
Collect the pieces and go down to the Woodies
But still not a change
Thought we could play together
That we’ll go to the North as you said
Think I’m the North myself now
Soon I will lose my Van Nelle mate
And you will say you couldn’t save us
Yes it’s easier than feel your own terror
From here I can think of Flamenca on your wall
From here I can breathe in your potpourri your Autumn
But first I invite the clouds from the first time
Then tie up all your words in that white one
Collect the pieces and go down to the Woodies
But still not a change
From here I can name your wish that you can’t
From here everything seems too liquid to me
So I can let us drip down
Like the happening in your fountain
From here from us I can make
Just another Tommy and me
But I can’t stand this terror
Of your kinda feels so good with me
But I can’t stand this terror
Of your kinda like my smoking style
So first I invite the clouds from the first time
Then tie up all your words in that white one
Collect the pieces and go down to the Woodies
But still not a change
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Published on e-Stories.org on 08.07.2006.
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