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A Great Feeling
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June 2012 I've run to my room, upper ground,
where i can lock doors and mute sound,
a place where drama is no where around,
junk is a tidal wave, me the town,
who can i trust and who can i ask?
clear poison could be in anyone's flask,
behind brown eyes my mind has one task,
move on to the next and past your last,
i used to see her in the eyes,
of every drunk girl staring at my drunk eyes,
used to prophesize and actualize you had no other guys,
the joke was that, the punch line all my tries,
now tuned to new sighs, new eyes, new feeling,
she's on top while my eyes hit ceiling,
now she's on my side erasing all i'm dealing
with and creating a new meaning to a great feeling.
