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Tear that trickles from your eye to your ear
Like a pinball machine
Arm that melts over me
Like Salvador's dream
Light that spits across the ceiling
'Cos someone burst the stitches on the curtain of night
Maybe it's all about sowing my seed
But subject to conditions and not while you bleed
I follow you at a distance
Bounced through others eyes
Like a pinball machine
Dressed as Mr. Walker
But in disguise
I could have been a contender
But instead I'm content with
The gin and tonic dressing gown I lament
One night only
The great and the glory
Let's see if it sticks
You still love me
I believe
If push came you'd shove me
I believe you share my bed
You share the blame
I believe
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He's for the sailboat
He's for the sea
He's for Betty Ford
He's for anarchy
He'll die for his country
He'll stick a flag in your soul
He'll jump on your sandcastle
He'll drown in your moat
He's for the money
And he just wants to sleep with me
He's for the money
He just wants to sleep with me
She tries too hard
She doesn't try at all
She'll push you over
She'll break your fall
She puts it out
She reels it in
She makes immaculate love
She makes original sin
She's for the money
She just wants to sleep with me
She's for the money
And she just wants to sleep with me
She's missing the notes but she hears the strain
She knows she's been strung
But she looks for change
He's for the birds
He's for all living things
I'm lost for words
I don't believe in things
I'm for the money
I just want to sleep with me
I'm for the money
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She's like a stellar
She's got a fella
She knows Italian too
She just started driving you
I know the man on Mir
I'd love to see what he can see
The black and grey that share his sleep
Alone, alone
Butterfly in cocoon
I've lost my way
I want my way
To see the green and white and blue
See the Great Wall
See me and you
I feel I know the man on Mir
I'd love to see what he can see
The black and grey that share his sleep
Alone, alone
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Don't hold yourself like that
You'll hurt your knees
I kissed your mouth and back
But that's all I need
Don't build your world around volcanoes melt you down
What I am to you is not real
What I am to you you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for the sea
Don't throw yourself like that
In front of me
I kissed your mouth your back
Is that all you need?
Don't drag my love around volcanoes melt me down
What I am to you is not real
What I am to you you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for what I give to you
Is just what i'm going through
This is nothing new
No no just another phase of finding what I really need
Is what makes me bleed
And like a new disease she's still too young to treat
Volcanoes melt me down
She's still too young
I kissed your mouth
You do not need me
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So I asked her to dance
She said she wasn't able
And all her friends laughed
She was just trying to be gentle
And so we danced
Round and round in circles
Not of that lovesong
But our very own circles
Slowset is dead
No more love on the dancefloor
Unless you're out of your head
That's all that we went for
So she asked me to dance
I did but I wasn't able
Oh where to put your hands
When there's so much food on the table
Slowset is dead
No more love on the dancefloor
Unless you're out of your head..
That's all that we went for
What do you say
When she's in your arms and you're going round in those circles...
When both of you know that you've risen to the occasion...
When her friend comes along and you know that she's been rescued...
When you're eternal flame has been drowned by her...
Purple rain
Slowset is dead
No more love on the dancefloor
Unless you're out of your head
That's all that we went for
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Everybody finished their honey tipped cigar
Our after dinner speaker tonight is God
A warm round of applause
And then silence
Tell us of love, we said
Tell us of love
Great one above
Won't ya tell us of love
And he said, well
I've never tasted your flavour before
So maybe love is your whore
Maybe just a figment of emotion
Hear my
Hear my song
What if I'm
What if I'm wrong
Hear my
Hear my song
I'm always right
But what if I'm wrong
The crowd went wild
Man, woman and child
Fuelled by brandy and cherry wine
And the apple in the mouth of the head of John the Baptist
Tell us of hate, we said
Tell us of hate
Don't spare the bait
Won't ya tell us of hate
And he said, well
I've never tasted your flavour before
So maybe hate is your whore
But I remember when we were lovers
Hear my
Hear my song
What if I'm
What if I'm wrong
Hear my
Hear my song
I'm always right
But what if I'm wrong
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In the womb
Back in playschool
In the yard
Where it first got hard
Button moon
On a Tuesday at noon
Bagpuss gave me the fear
But as if by magic she appeared
Through rose coloured glasses
I fall
Fall foul of the masses
Melodrama
In Valderrama
Twenty-something blues
What on earth will I do
Copulation
Ingratiation
I reach for the stars
And wherever you go
There you are
Through rose coloured glasses
I fall
Fall foul of the masses
I know
You're the one to save me
And I hope
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You haven't changed at all
Not much does in a frame on a wall
The paper's tarred and brown
If I hold you too close, you blur
Fearing it will fade away in darkness
So throw it overboard
And the next time we hit shore
I will stay behind
But she's washed up on the shore
Her salty spit her pours so pure
Leaves me choking on the sand
And her waves come in again
And she takes my hand
Gotta hold myself away
By blocking out the light of day
I can't hold you the way that I used to.
A picture you truly are
All legs and suicide
And where there's no room for lies
She lies across the breeze
Calling to me
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Give me an opinion
'Cos I don't have one
I'll agree with you if you're right
I always know where you're coming from
But I've never been there
I have to steal from you when you write
Your beautiful madness
My beautiful grief
Your dreams are my torture
Your dreams my relief
I'll give you an opinion
'Cos I just found one
You won't agree with me out of spite
I lay siege to your fortress
But you'll never give in
No, you'll just change your mind
Your beautiful madness
My beautiful grief
Your dreams are my torture
Your dreams my relief
You're mad to burn mad to fly mad to be saved
I stumble through the darkness looking for the day
Fabulous yellow roman candles explodes like spiders across the sky
And in the sparkling of the day we all go...
Mad to burn, mad to cry, mad to run and mad to fly, your mad to burn and mad to
die, mad to stay away, your mad to run and mad to die, your mad to run away, ya
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How I know
Go bow end send mend bend pretend
Shut your face again
Bleed seed need read breath on my knees
How I choose to breath
Lie cry learn grow slow false start
How I build my wall
Hate wait bait kiss or taste the place
And make weather in my face
How I choose bruise loose win sin bin tease please
Better have her on her knees
Play pray say rock feel kneel dream
How I choose to scream
Shout wake sleep need to touch her deep
Change
Rearrange
Fate wait weight kiss or taste the place
And make weather in my face
I wanna be the only one that you know
Happily your placebo
I wanna be the only one that you know
Cos I adore you
I wanna be the only one that you know
Don't believe your placebo
I wanna be the only one that you know
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There's another kind of red under the bed
We've all been branded
Barcode on my head
We can all go beep as we checkout
Your flexible friend is but a spy
Your movements mapped
Your drinklink dries
I fail to see how this card is so smart
Little sister's been watching you
Little sister
So you want to walk the earth
You know she flies
She's mastered the art
Of truth and lies
To her you'll never be more than just a number
There's another kind of red under the bed
We've all been branded
We can all be read
Or is it all in my head
Kill the cowboy
Little sister's been watching you
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I don't wanna shake you off
I love the way we fit
I can't resist one who dares
Nor ones who shares like that
And returning to your sea
Somewhere I can bathe my feet
But if the wounds are too deep
You may not have the want
To heal me
You dig it babe
You dig it in deep
The mould has been repressed
And with it all I've known
We have one up on each other
The same mistake
You dig it in babe
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