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A Kiss From A Stranger

Those voices on the stairs, they whisper poems
Like those eyes in the mirror, they aren't mine
There are hands in my bed, pushing me out
That conversation with my father, it wasn't real
Those kisses in the dark, they don't exist

(I don't care who you are)

All together the doubt is growing
And the fear of never knowing
What these creeping figures think of me
Are the things, I bleed to make, adored

I can't stand the sight of my own handwriting
But I know I HAVE to keep trying
Cause every now and then
I get a kiss from a stranger
And it tastes good
And it makes all of this worth while

This empty house is full of love, for a second...

(I don't care who you are, just...)

I don't care, just kiss me
Dátum vloženia 8. 11. 2006 01:48
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