XXXVIII, by Sumit Singh Subscribe to rss feed for Sumit Singh

no, why couldn't we see
 the nomadic way, the hell of living
we showed dawn, and at dusk
 couldn't find the way to home

no, can't go along with my norm,
 mamma, please take me home

i did the tuning to my mind,
 i took my rides on art cars,
i put on long hairs, and tie-dyed
 flowers in my hairs, smoke from the grass

no, can't go wlong with my norm,
 mamma, please take me home

the trip of my ride has been done
 my dream is broken, i'm the only one
my fatherhood want to see an sane son
 i'm all alone, i'm the only one

no, can't go wlong with my norm,
 mamma, please take me home

i want to smell the morning dew
 i want to see my closen few,
the years i wasted , and i knew
 the bohemian and hippie, they drew
i'm exhausted

no, can't go wlong with my norm,
 mamma, please take me home

Posted: 2005-10-15 21:08:19 UTC

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