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And so I find myself here once again -
First step down Remedy Lane.
Budapest you tore my world apart -
Well, here I am
Worn with rope ends on my mind,
Torn with blood scarred in my eyes
But now I'm back to shake that from my life.

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ENDING THEME
Ripping at the seams, for an opening

Back again at Deak Ter -
I know I could have left her here
It was the feeling of leaving myself that I could not bear.
The same old hotel room in Pest one night before the Sziget fest
Hungarian Princess will you share my rest?
To rest my...

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ENDING THEME
Ripping at the seams, for an opening

To be honest I don't know what I'm looking for -
Who to be
Sitting here as once before, weeks ago -
Just waiting for a knock on that door
And I have left all I thought was me to find out,
To make sure if it was you or me
That made me feel so free and real,
But when we kiss I don't know, I just don't know
'Cause it leaves a taste of emptiness,
And I think What if I'm simply depressed?
blind, just finding rest from my mind here in Budapest?
Confusing zest with the joy of being blessed
With the bliss of self-escape as we kiss?
And mixing my being unstressed with your
Being undressed and the taste of being true
with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch?
I don't know.
But I saw so much of me in you, the me
I've missed, the young and free in you.
But still, that doesn't mean a thing,
May not mean anything about my needing you.
But I guess we had to meet, to be near;
To make sure, and still my dear
Beyond this bed and that door,
To be honest, I fear I just don't know.

ENDING THEME
ENDING THEME
Fanning flames to dreams of belonging

ENDING THEME
ENDING THEME
Ripping at the seams, for an opening

W tle:
To be honest I don't know what I'm looking for...
Living here, watching you leave trough that door.

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