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Coming Abode.
COMING ABODE
(Jörgen Jansson)
Hanging on to the big clouds
Cause I’m having the dirty kixs
And while they have me I flout
10 feet from the open ground
Banging away all your doubts
Cause I cant let you see my trixs
One mile I have to row the boat
10 feet from the open ground
Hey! I’m coming to the place of abode
Hey! I’m arriving from north the moon
Blood of me is malt, I’m coming home
Help me sink from above, bring me wine
Hey! I’m coming to the place of abode
Fanciful affairs has never been unusual
A french kiss, then all the hot sweets
So like always I go; I will do my will!
I’ve been evil, a devil by a spirit killed
My undignified behaviour made me consider
The essence I lost I absolutely need to regain
Don’t know if all dreams is out of these hands
I’m coming to the place of abode, coming home
Can’t say I’ve come to a settlement
I’m using mentality, a private lesson
This sight I found, my own detection
I’m fusing reality, a private session
Hey! I’m coming to the place of abode
Hey! I’m docking your bridge real soon
Blood of man is water, I’m coming home
Help me to find love, bring me wine
Hey! I’m coming to the place of abode
Survival is pushing me further on up the river
As I go on life seams to come again and again
Don’t know if all dreams is out of these hands
I’m coming to the place of abode, coming home
Skriven av: Jörgen Jansson.
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