fancem is not dead

Haven’t a strong head, but I pretend to be.
Isn’t an autohypnosis, I deem I can do it without any hesitation.
Drink and drink and drink, alcohol makes me dazzling but sober.
Come stand a little bit closer, breathe in and get a bit higher.
Closer I come to inside, higher I fly to the sky.
Whispers are congested in the air, and all into my ear. 
Hot temptations, sweet sensations.
So hot I wipe the sweat off my brow.
Suddenly I find my clothes on the floor,
lying down and bringing myself to life.
You'll see
This is my blueberry night.

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The dead hours of the night, I see no further than my nose.
Singing and grooving on the street, there is my playground.
Before the quarter moon is spent, 
I have to take the road that takes me to the stars.
Steps are heard approaching, I can’t even see the future.
Someone said the future is too bright to be seen,
I try to trot along after mine and shout blue murder.
Now it’s cold outside, but my heart is colder inside.
I really can't stay, I've got to go away.
There’s some kind of dearly purchased love,
If I can afford it, please pack it in. 
You'll see
This is my starry, starry night.