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Fake flowers have no flavors No one can get another behavior People are drawing in waves of crowds Captivated by plastic clouds Spectating their own lives They see clowns as they dive Deep in the sofa they close their eyes Too tired too see they just work work work work Although mysterious they so oblivious To what is happening become delirious Even dangerous start acting serious Begin unravelling the line between us So long, so long I feel, so far away So long, so long that I expect to find a place to stay Cutting through the reddened lips The teeth are pale with sharpened tips To slice and suck and smile and spit My hand is steady I cut and rip And start to roll and then overload And break your back and shoulder bones But suddenly stoned your mind grows cold And comes undone you’re left alone So long, so long I feel, so far away So long, so long that I expect to find a place to stay So long, so long I feel, so far away So long, so long that I expect to find a place to stay From Letras Mania