Stoned she Stoned

Her nose was snowing cocaine, my heart was pumping blood, stoned she stoned she stoned my heart, lost I found sadness standing in the middle of the street was full of madness and happiness was nowhere to be found, nowhere to be found.

Tel-Aviv of empty streets, with empty people, in empty cars, in empty bars, with empty veins, with empty veins, with empty veins, her nose was snowing cocaine, my heart was pumping blood,

stoned she stoned,
pumping blood,

stoned she stoned,
pumping blood,

stoned she stoned,
pumping blood.

check out Cocaine Naive – same incident, different eyes

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