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Water and water again, Save me from the deserts within. Brushing my teeth and removing my clothes Are out of the question. Rolling the seats of my bed Flowing with the limbs that I spread Lash in my face, the pillow, it moves, I’m good, where you gonna? Home, sweet home. Slip dice through the mattress door You leave me face down and drunk as can be, The world out the bedroom cracks up the steam A black hole is all I can see. I swear I won’t do this again Let a priest come and I’ll surely repent The living holds on to things I’ve consumed It’s travelling and twitching inside. Slip dice through the mattress door You leave me face down and drunk as can be, The world out the bedroom cracks up the steam A black hole is all I can see. There was some good jokes on me Letras de cancionesWhile I’ve dreamt I should write them down. When the conversation won’t I fasten, oh, so deep. A dream kicks me out The streets when it’s raining. One hand finds the glass To dread cause for me. It’s wrong sitting alone With this head full of sound Just to come to the bed I can’t do it. Now the street lights look in With purpose unknown Those alien eyes Have been searching through my home. A piece right through the mattress on to the floor The bright sun is lying ashore. The pardon in the coffin blossoms, indeed The sweet smell of drunken relief. From Letras Mania