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Presence

Our kind of happy

Bad vibes

Watch them fall

No way

Hard to believe

If I'm blue

If you were mine

Take it as it comes

To you

Homes and gardens

To you

To
you
all I do
is a mystery
Thats why
I
need to die,
Father, in your eyes
And as I´m leaving
I´ll be climbing down your wall

A wall
tall
and it´s all
that I´ll ever recall
and the way I constantly fall
feeling - oh - so small
but now I´m leaving
and I´m gliding down this wall

I do believe
I´ll be recovering
Still a chance for me to be discovering
The drive from desperation
my need for recreation
Fire born from the dark
freeing me from this
patriarch

Shame
Blame
all the time
the ingredients of
love
from above
now I´ll cross this cove
and as I´m leaving
I´ll be flying down his wall