Once upon a time I had a friend a rebel dude with long dark hair he travelled all around alone he used to listen them to talk He dreamed to change one day the world And believed that could make it all alone in his hand he made a huge tattoo that wrote rock n’ roll is the only truth Before some years I lost my friend my wild free brother with his long dark hair I hear around that he’s not the same My good old friend with a tattoo on his hand… After some years I lost my friend Someone said that he’s not the same he found a nice good payment job and wore a tie and a fancy tog Now he talks aloud and says so much he drinks to hide and never laughs he lives a life he used to mock and the old tattoo is a forgotten thorn
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 08:17:46 +0000
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