The day after.
The day after.
Empty mind, empty head,
I got blood in my alcohol instead.
Voices so loud, I go insane,
when I blink my eyes I feel the pain.
As I walked, down the street,
my feet wiggled, they felt weak.
I started to pitch, the road beneath,
the road slammed back, in my face indeed.
I can recall that after that,
a man in blue took my hand.
He brought me to the man in white,
who drove away with sound an light.
I opened my eyes, I was at home,
empty mind, drunken soul.
Empty mind, empty head,
I got blood in my alcohol instead.
Voices so loud, I go insane,
when I blink my eyes I feel the pain.
As I walked, down the street,
my feet wiggled, they felt weak.
I started to pitch, the road beneath,
the road slammed back, in my face indeed.
I can recall that after that,
a man in blue took my hand.
He brought me to the man in white,
who drove away with sound an light.
I opened my eyes, I was at home,
empty mind, drunken soul.
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| Auteur: Dylirium | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 januari 2006 | ||
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