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 You dig too much You go too deep yet You see no one but yourself Enough we walked on the streets when everyone sleeping Enough we live on the corners on the aisles on the grooves to see the crumbs doesnt make a slice of bread Enough we search freedom somewhere else Im drunk with love Im high with clouds Today is my best tomorrow  I will not let it go

    curling smoke through your eyes glazing moonshine dripping honey your lips  its a bliss for believers  life is a fountain its a beautifull garden with killer spiders in it its evening pedal to the metal fast moving funny clouds watching by hazel eyes  is my only redline we are running  naked feet on the beach feeling  cold sand all the way to crotch hazel in  sky hazel in the waves say everything to me my lover say it louder  love is a rollercoaster art is a riptide