Wednesday, August 5, 2009

bread & water

Drove through California, found my home
I kissed the best looking woman I have ever known.
It was a quiet revolution in my head;
I fell for eight or fifteen girls, cause I had water but they had bread.

But no one loves me just like you.

Spent three nights on a beach and stole some rum
I was difficult and rude, but I sure as hell was fun.
But I know myself when I hit bottom, I laid there for a year
Lost my head and lost my other, got it back but shit was weird.

Still no one loved me just like you.

I got my bread & water.
I got my bread & water.
Thank God for bread & water.

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