The last drop

The very last drop.
I feel I'm on top.
Cruising in the darkest highlands.
She wont suspect or understand.
Suddenly hell breaks out.
"You promised me" she screams and shout.
Instead of "clean" and shine
You keep snorting your line

Thinking great feeling fine
Tomorrow you're burned out and klein.

No more last drop
Real love helped me stop
Now i ride on the stright highways
I am thrue making up lies in here face
She is powerful and sweet
I can see here hart beat
When we talk about the past
And we know that our love everlast

Thinking great feeling streight
To wake up can never be too late

   Text & Musik: Urban Hälsing

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Last modified Febuary 18, 1999