My ashtray is still smoking
I start to look what I’ve lost
The limit is here, pain is over
So I smoke, I drink, i overthrow me
I miss your hand on my back
Have I ever had it?
James Dean is falling of my wall,
Tomorrow will never be the same again
The curtain falls down,
and my words fly away
There will be no more tomorrow.
Did I already tell you?
Look, mum I’m a man
This child on this photo no longer exists
Look, mum, once again !
Time’s flying, and we get lost with
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