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Intoxicated

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Love is abiding when fiction is true
Reckless a bond is when it blurs all the clues
Think of me in colours, the ones that don’t exist
Like depth in high water, a purpose desists
Strange is a stranger as reticence dries
Truehearted deceit, why don’t you just die.

It’s a little bit complicated
It’s a little bit not simple at all
I’m a little bit intoxicated and I won’t always get through

And if your love is somehow activated
I suggest that you should run as fast as you can
I’m a little bit complicated, no I won’t always be true.

Sweet adulation that blunders the mind
Allow this sensation to play tricks on your mind
Gentle a word is when it talks with the hand
But all of that fire will get lost in the sand
Strange is a stranger as reticence dries
Truehearted deceit, why won’t you just die.

It’s a little bit complicated
It’s a little bit not simple at all
I’m a little bit intoxicated and I won’t always get through

And if your love is somehow activated
I suggest that you should run as fast as you can
I’m a little bit complicated, no I won’t always be true.

Somewhere in that moratorium
There is a village made of truce
And if you happen to pass it
I will trespass it too.

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Catalogue number: GC039

Year of induction into catalogue: 2015

written by: Thorunn Egilsdottir

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