Paroles de Stiff Drinks and Hand Grenades
Awake and it's half past threeThe young giving up on sleep
Make friends with the ghosts that haunt my mind
Stare at a T.V. screen
Blured fiction reality
It's the best thing to do to kill the time
I can sleep, [but it's still damn late]
It's making me weak
This recovery's got me so [low]
And I still can't back on my feet
I still can't back on my feet
Stoned in an easy chair
Frequencies fill the air
[A heart that] skips sixteen thousand times
A box filled with engine parts
To fix all the broken hearts
Ventricles [stretch by...]
So I'll roll a cigarette
As you clear the landing strip
[Twelve feet] in the air and wave me in
Back on the landing [main]
Stiff drinks and hand grenades Still can't get back on my feet
Still can't get back on my feet
I still can't get back on my feet
I still can't get back on my feet
I still can't get back on my feet
I still can't get back on my feet
I still can't get back on my feet
I still can't get back on my feet
I still can't get back on my feet
I still can't get back on my feet
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