She helped her son sleep by giving him Cognac
She worked a while as a circus acrobat
She changed lovers on a weekly basis
And posed nude for a couple crap artists
Her boy’s disintrest in women
Led her to hire him hookers
One of whom he fell in love with
A fat tramp nearly twice his elder
Once a year for the rest of his life
He pryed for his mom on her death’s anniversary
Leaving paradise
Living paralyzed
Happily anesthetized
Counting alibis
Learning to despise
Happily anesthesized
This one takes care of her ankles
Her cooking has “that good flavor”
When she purses her lips on purpose
You can see the smell climb of them
She wasn’t trying to be judgemental
Though her work makes one think she was
In her world that’s a black and white world
Blood is ink and skin is paper
A Swiss army quill can perform miracles
In the hand of one so spiritual
Leaving Paradise
Living paralyzed
Happily anesthesized
Counting alibis
Learning to despise
Struggling against recovery
Leaving Paradise
Living paralyzed
Happily anesthesized
In nineteen hundred and seventy-five, all the people rose from the countryside, locked together hand…
The sun goes down in the western sky The shadows are gonna return, I wander…
Böyle kalp mi olur? Böyle vicdansız yürekmi olur? Benim gibi seven bir aptal Çok zor…
The time is getting over And everething you hear Are echos of the past All…
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