Never had no destination, could
not get across.
You became my inspiration,
oh but what a cost.
'Cause every time I hear that
melody, well, something breaks inside,
And the grapefruit moon, one
star shining, is more than I can hide.
Now I'm smoking cigarettes
and I strive for purity,
And I slip just like the stars
into obscurity.
'Cause every time I hear that
melody, well, puts me up a tree,
And the grapefruit moon, one
star shining, is all that I can see.
Marco Giunco |
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