Where´re my friends, walking on air
Ive got no tears, no home
Honey, where´s my fame
Where my ideals, where my body shakes
I can run, i could thrill
I should change my will
Would crave for every crashdown breed
You´re climbing up my tree
It feels like hate, and prodly you waste away
Where´re my friends, higher on the air
We don´t need no hope
Honey,c ome back late, cry me a river
Nothing can be safe
I got the kiss from the bends, the smell of bloody sweat
Got no friends, got no pictures
credits
from Songs From The Flesh,
released April 5, 2004
J. Pascual, R. Martos, O. Zubelzu
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