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Only Once Its Passed
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March 2010
Only once that high has passed, and that rented happiness is returned,
I feel like crying, want to just roll up and sleep forever,
once that confidence is empty, i feel like buying.
Only once that green is done, and my mind has lost its fog,
I think straight, and baby I feel less without you,
take a swig of bacardi, and suddenly the ground turns to flowers.
Roses are now blue, violets scarlet red,
forget about the daisies, since the flowers are now dead,
wish I could give you this feeling, you would feel like dying.
Bought me from the supermarket, drank me for a while,
then I became empty, so what need do you have of me anymore,
only once the drugs are done, I feel like dying.
