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| Wednesday, September 28th, 2005 |
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kādreiz šī dziesma likās drausmīgi aktuāla. tagad liekas, ka viss iet uz labo pusi. man pašam liekas, ka ir pagājis jau gandrīz gads kopš saprāta atgriešanās. un ir jūtami improvementi. as I see it. So you're trying to do what they did Your friends that turned to liquid And got lost in the sea And now you’re drowning me With your talk of four-leaf clovers You turn to rocks and omen To beat the ambient harm That is bruising your karma Oh I wish my arms were wider I wish that I could hide you So you could rest and repair Without the blanket of sorrow The thick and the grey Your blanket of woe So heavy and stained And it only weighs you down So you thought that getting sober Would mean your life was over I don’t think it’s that bad I don’t think it’s that sad Just you sleep a little baby Leave the world alone and later If you wake up alive That old blanket of sorrow Could be feathers and down Your blanket of woe Would leave you alone And I can love you till you drown Come to me let’s drown Come baby let’s drown In feathers and down |
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