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Shut down
Tangled up in your machinery
No sound
Just the faceless press of words and wheels
Surrounds me
Like molasses on my soles and eaves
Come out
Can anyone come out and play
All I want is an aeroplane
Rubber-banded with paper wings
All I want is to steal againLyrics
All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream
All I want is vanishing
All I want is God
Spit out
By an undeserving dumb and mad
Shipped down
With a pride of fagging earls and boys
Moved round
To a council flat in St. John's Wood
Come out
Can anyone come out and play
All I want is an aeroplane
Rubber-banded with paper wings
All I want is to steal again
All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream
All I want is vanishing
All I want is God
All I want is an aeroplane
Rubber-banded with paper wings
All I want is to steal again
All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream
All I want is vanishing
All I want is an afterglow
A forty-five on a gramophone
All I want is a thick skin, to grow into
Everything is vanishing
All I want is God
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My sutured mind post-op'd and dry
Keeps slowly does it time
Impaled by trust shot up with your
Four in the morning eyes
Where do I go
Where do I go
Where do I go
Where do I go
She's drifting round my barren ground
Breaks slowly cold or crazed
These dust dead eyes are focused farLyrics
Behind these summer days
Where do I go
Where do I go
Where do I go
Where do I go
And will I come of age make your day
Be precious and contrived
Or will I blow you all away
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Slow days in restless rooms
A constant stream of girls in green
Toy guns for action men
On news at ten
Cool handed candied lies
The abstract thoughts of adolescent minds
School plays and tribal wars
United scores
Snow Hill inclinedLyrics
Watch the rain fall across the rooftops
Innocent wild
Dream my days away
Skin deep and snowball sweet
Swings and slides a hundred count to hide
Black sheep my soul to keep
My soul to find
Snow Hill inclined
Watch the rain fall across the rooftops
Innocent wild
Dream my days away
Black sheep my soul to keep
My soul to find
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So many things you said last night
In your attempt to be forthright
How certain things are meant to be
If it's of benefit to me
This moments really celestine
You said "I'm not sure what that means"
But kept this to myself
Lest I intrude on your sincerity
And you saidLyrics
Go reach out and find yourself
Go reach out and find yourself
I fail to understand these pearls
Of abject generosity
They're all that they appear to be
A conscience sold for precious words
The meat of your philosophy
Of TV talk show homily
Was heaven is within us all
I couldn't help but think your heaven must be very small
So I said
Go reach out and find yourself
Go reach out and find yourself
God could I use a drink or a cigarette
Since you're refusing to think
Guess we'd better get high
It's been a while
Thanks for being so frank I gotta go
You wear your candor and rank
Like a new trophy bride
It's back in style
I felt your need to share some more
I felt the pressure knock my door
Thank god for wood and all it's strength
The power to keep you at arms length
So I said
Go reach out and find yourself
Go reach out and find yourself
Go reach out and find yourself
Go reach out and fuck yourself
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