<Ice Guitars> by Moondog Jr.
She came like a good time
Like a good time
On a cloud
Like in a dream
We played the real thing
Just to make it
To the place that we wanted to see
I just took what I could get
She just took what I was leaving
And we took another hit
Flush the milk
And poor the grief in
Now she's not
What she wanted to be
No she's not
What she wanted to be
I'm stuck here she said
With nothing but the hope for relief
Nobody I said
Gets away with the life that he leads
It's ok to run for shelter
But there's a price on everyday
And no matter where you run to
It's that price you're gonna pay
Ain't no way
That you gonna be free
Ain't no way
That you gonna be free
You and me
All of us in a little room
Playin' ice guitars
Freezin'
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so, I woke up there again, at the motel, with nobody.
I knew I would regret everything except my feelings,
and yeah, I was right.
and everytime I had to find myself knowing everything already, I tried to forgive time..
but the smothered one never stops when s/he finds the way to go out...no exception.
another TYPICAL TROPICAL FEVER? ...from the old stories?
Hell No.
that's why I'm looking for you now.
so come and tell me what I did
what I did to them that night.
