I wonder
What if I'm stuck
My feet in dirth
Do I like the soft
Or hate the filth
What if I'm lost
the space is huge
So far I wanna go...
Don't know
I have to say
The world is full
And I'm a dot
I fill a hole
Which one? Don't know
I smell my wine
And think again
That's where I got to be
But at the end
No place is mine
If one'n one 's not three.
Where do roads go
Where do they end
And what is there to see?
The're endless ways of getting there
But only one to stay
No wind can bring a peace of mind
A bottleneck away
Sometimes I wanna fly or float
On a sub conscience pace
My eyes long closed untill a draft
To wake and find my place.
My feet in dirth
Do I like the soft
Or hate the filth
What if I'm lost
the space is huge
So far I wanna go...
Don't know
I have to say
The world is full
And I'm a dot
I fill a hole
Which one? Don't know
I smell my wine
And think again
That's where I got to be
But at the end
No place is mine
If one'n one 's not three.
Where do roads go
Where do they end
And what is there to see?
The're endless ways of getting there
But only one to stay
No wind can bring a peace of mind
A bottleneck away
Sometimes I wanna fly or float
On a sub conscience pace
My eyes long closed untill a draft
To wake and find my place.
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| Auteur: Monzy | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 april 2009 | ||
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