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It’s the time when I’m caught between sober and tweakedThat I want every part of youAnd locked in a space inside my headThere’s nothing I can doBut bask inside the fantasy of you pressed up against meAnd so I sit alone with smoke drifting from my handIt’ll never make any sense to meMy twenty-three night standWhen you come home every evening and you find you’re not aloneYou’re the perfect piece of innocenceCast under my spellAnd I’d love to tear you down to bitsBut you might know me too well
It’s the time when I’m caught between sleeping and living I love everything about you And caught in the talons of my crazy dreams There’s nothing I can do But bask inside the fantasy of you at my disposal And so I lay alone neither sleeping nor waking Ignoring your refusal To recognize I’m faking
And so I sit alone with smoke drifting from my hand It’ll never make any sense to me My twenty-three night stand
Quote from: "Nat"And so I sit alone with smoke drifting from my hand It’ll never make any sense to me My twenty-three night stand 8O AWESOME. I love that part. you're really good at this. I want to be a musican too.