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| | A gambler's tale |  | | | http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjO1zo18ySg | | |
You've counted me in your unknown tale,
is it fire, is it rain?
And even if your face looks pale,
war's within your brain.
Waiting for the midnight train,
shadow or blinding light?
If I need to break the chain
I'll need strength to fight.
Singer, painter, and poet meet,
is it life, is it death?
Now the drums of war will beat.
Fire in my breath.
I'm the water of the spring,
am I real, am I fake?
You're a glass of sweet red wine,
drowning in salt lake.
I have sold my only love,
gambling, my sweet Mary Jane.
Brother see me from above
cause I fall in pain
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30-04-2010 @ 04:35 | If I need to break the chain
I'll need strength to fight...
Speechless... ::up.:: | | Helene52
30-04-2010 @ 04:54 | Waiting for the midnight train,
shadow or blinding light?
If I need to break the chain
I'll need strength to fight.
Singer, painter, and poet meet,
is it life, is it death?
Now the drums of war will beat.
Fire in my breath.
Terrible ::up.:: | |  |
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