The Quest For Tanelorn
B'Real:
The very first time I hit the weed I was young
Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81
Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers
Comin to class high, sellin the lie to the teachers
Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel
Sellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle
Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed
While everybody was runnin out, I was plantin my seeds
Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned
Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's pole
I can remember when I could only get
The Comfort Of Strangers
You took the path of least resistence
And I´ve gone from bad to worse
They say that one man's
Blessing is another one's curse
The sun shines softly on the ruins
As try to find my way
You knew exactly what you were doin'
But left me chattered anyway
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It just kills me to see you runnin'
To the comfort of strangers
Everyone saw it comin'
Everyone but me
Funny how time keeps on runnin'
Like a river of changes
And it´s left me with nothin'
But the comfort of strangers
I remember when I was helpless
And I needed You the most
You left me so defenseless
And vanished like a ghost
We live without answers forever
And it´s really not enough
There's all the reasons we're
Not together
But whats that say about us
And like a child inside
I can't help but cry
And I won't let you deny me now
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