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Tytuł: Friends

  • Wykonawca: The Police
  • Wy¶wietleń: 316
I likes to eat my friends, I make no bones about it
   I likes to eat my friends, I couldn't do without it
   Ain't a man or poet, friend, I know just how you'll taste
   Your limbs go sliding down my throat and never go to waste
   Your death, of course, will sadden me, until I drop your essence
   I know your life was not in vain when digestion is commencing
   Consider this a celebration and the deepest pact of friends
   And I hope that you will dine on me when I come to an end
  
   Even friends may come to you with a new found revelation
   But think of it as life renewed and not their termination
   "To know you is to eat you" should be the code of lovers
   Death brings the highest act of love preserved for one another
  
  
   People say that what you are is only what you eat
   And my friends become a part of me, oh well it's then that life's complete
   To know you is to eat you, the act of love supreme
   Each one of us inside himself can appetize the dream