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She walks these empty streets alone
Hiding from something they call "home"
Hoping to find some peace of mind
Sometimes we need to walk alone

She is set on running away
Though her mom was yelling she must stay
A wind beaten bird for reasons unheard
Sometimes it is best to run away

So fly away, fly away, fly away
Don't be afraid, don't hesitate, fly away

Some wear their bruises on their skin
Others hide their scars deep within
She has a wound close to her womb
Blames herself for letting it in

So fly away, fly away, fly away
Don't be afraid, don't hesitate, fly away
But She's afraid, she's afraid, she's afraid
Anyway
See those eyes, see those eyes, see those eyes
Hate and lies, a fire that slowly dies
But She will fly, she will fly, she will fly
Before it dies

Sometimes the hands that feed
Must feed a mind with a sick need
And the hands that clutch can be
The same hands that touch too much
Eyes that hungrily stare
Read in an access that's not there
While eyes close to hide tears
Or look away in fear
Run away!

Passing the open stores
Hiding her dirty sores
Seeking asylum among freaks and whores
What wouldn't she give to be in a society
Not learning the eyes to be closed but to see

Now she bites the words
"Never"
She kicks the ground
"Never"
Swallows her tears
"Never will I go back"
She hits the walls
"Leave me!"
Scratches herself
"Leave me!"
Begs to all Gods
"Rip me from this sick flesh!"

"I will always be there"
"No!"
She holds her ears
"You know that I love you"
Pretends that she doesn't hear
"We're in this together"
"We share the same skin"
Panic in his voice now
"Free us from sin"

"Tell me that you love me"
This is the end
"I know that you do"
Of her way
Never ever again
Follow me down

"God forgive this hunger"
"Please mommy see"
"Never tell a soul"
"Is it me?"
A child will love its parents
Will follow them down

She swears to the pavement's heart of stone
That these city lights will be her home
But still as they burn she will return
Back to the adults. . . of her home.

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?

Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannonball.
Where were you while we were getting high?

Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide,
In a champagne supernova in the sky.
Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide, in a champagne supernova,
A champagne supernova in the sky.

Wake up the dawn and ask her why,
A dreamer dreams, she never dies,
Wipe that tear away now from your eye.

Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannonball.
Where were you while we were getting high?

Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide,
In a champagne supernova in the sky.
Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide, in a champagne supernova,
A champagne supernova.

'Cause people believe that they're gonna get away for the summer.
But you and I, we live and die, the world's still spinning around, we don't know why.
Why, why, why, why?

Well, what can I say? Loistava äänimaailma, yllättävän syvältä nappaavat lyriikat, upea kertsi ja todella tyylikäs musiikkivideo. Miksei tämä nyt ihan oikeasti toimisi?

Uskomattomuus.

Henkeäsalpaavan raikasta musiikkia alusta loppuun. zzzzZZzzzz.....

DnB-steppaus <3

Elias ja Antti, tiedätte mistä on kyse!

US ends ‘war on drugs’

THE United States has "ended its war on drugs" and is now moving its focus to prevention and treatment, the US drugs chief has told top Irish drug officials.

President Barack Obama’s drugs adviser Gil Kerlikowske held a series of meetings yesterday with Drugs Minister Pat Carey, Garda Commissioner Fachtna Murphy and Department of Justice secretary general Sean Aylward.

The former police chief said the US had formally ended its much heralded – and hugely expensive – "war on drugs".

"We’ve talked about a ‘war on drugs’ for 40 years, since President Nixon. I ended the war," said Mr Kerlikowske, director of the Office of National Drug Control Policy (ONDCP).

The Obama administration is increasing its budget for demand reduction by 6.5%, bringing it to $5.6 billion (€4.5bn). But the US is still spending $15.5bn on supply reduction.

Mr Kerlikowske said internationally, the US was focusing less on crop eradication in Afghanistan and Columbia.

He said the aim in Afghanistan was now on encouraging farmers to grow alternative crops.

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Vauuuuuuuuuuuuu, mitä ihmettä? Toivottavasti. Muuten murahdan hyvin julmasti.

Videosta en mene sanomaan mitään, mutta tämän biisin flow on jotain uskomatonta.



You drink your health and remember to forget yourself
Sat on a roof in the everlasting moments of your youth
You looked surprised as it all went up in smoke before your eyes
Beneath the glow of a different kind of Sunday morning

Until tomorrow
Until tomorrow
Until tomorrow
Until tomorrow
...of a different kind of Sunday morning

No need for words; your heartbeats and the breeze was all I heard
Your hopes and fears; how trivial they seem from up here
I breathe you in as the sunlight breaks the haze to touch your skin
Beneath the glow of a different kind of Sunday morning

Until tomorrow
Until tomorrow
Until tomorrow
Until tomorrow
...of a different kind of Sunday morning

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man, he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand