all my thoughts are shredded
and I have no tape to make them again
if all my devils leave me
leave my angels me to?
the only place where a man can find peace.
to organize his thoughts
somewhere along a highway in midnight
My tears are like salt water
as salty as the sea
while the moon is at its highest state
swallow me up because I travel alone so only
Friday left me with the blues
and it's hard to win if you always lose
because the night life sucks everything out of you
you walk through it all, but your head beat against the walls
(c) copyright tfj
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