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He drank the wine and
dropped the glass,
then whispered softly "don't ever turn back"
I may have broke the code when I said
"Please give me the keys maybe I should drive you home".
I have heard
the silence,
it never gave him a chance to flee.
Staring through lifes naked eye eating the poor man alive.
He was only
twelve years old
when mama took him away
and introduced him to his new daddy.
He told him all about sex,drugs and rock'n'roll,
and to mess around with alcohol.
Into the
point where we are.
Upto the line we never cross.
This place where we build our homes.
This place where we bury our corpse.
We bury our corpes again.
The year was
1995,
the boy is aman now,with no plans for the future.
Today he's lying naked on the floor,
of Stockholm central-station.
Slave to the drunkenmaster.
He only felt alive with a bottle at his side.
He tried to fight the habit,
but he was in too deep, out of reach.
Now it's
time to open your eyes,
you've been living in a dream world.
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