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I'm in a deep depression
Face of self-control
Shown to the world of confident
Pray your fears won't show
Cry
Break your first impressions
Recreate your will
Love's at the heart of everything
Let love be your goal
Cry
My whole world
Breaking down
The pressure's on
The pressures' on
This whole way’s
Falling down
The pressure's on
The pressure's on
The pressure's on
Cry
Cry
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The sun is up
The sun is high
The sun is in your eye
You're shades they mirror everything
They’re leaving me quite blind
This game is up
We’ve had enough
And we can compromise
Take those glasses off your face
I want to see your eyes
I read a book
A funny book
A book about your life
You call yourself a free man
But all you did was time
When time will judge
And time will heal
And time will bury us all
And now you're in your coffin
With a satellite dish installed
Only this other fool surrounds you
Only this other fool surrounds you
You have no one to love Only this other fool surrounds you
Only this other fool surrounds you
Only this other fool surrounds you
You have no one to love
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Frequency Dip
Sediment Layers
Frequency dip
Frequency dip
Frequency dip
Sink Unit
Sediment Layers
Different stations
Different courses
Different stations
Different courses
(It’s no reward)
Multitude of voices
A multitude of voices
(It’s no reward)
Sediment layers etc.
That’s you and me, folks
Some kind of
Some kind of
False hair-do
Some kind of sink unit
Blind upon blind
Frequency dip
Blind upon blind
Frequency dip
Working in different mine shifts
Working in different minds
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Pray down in your home
Pray down in your home
Smile in your home
Lay down and in your home
Lay down in your home
Smile
Lay the law down in your home
Lay the law down in your home
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It's a matter of reason
Oh shit
Never no reason, never no reason
Never no reason, never no reason
For a short sharp shock
Never no reason, never no reason
Never no reason, never no reason
For a short sharp shock
What kind of message do you think you're giving your generation?
(SHIPPING FORECAST)
Burn the cat, burn the cat......
Burn the cat, burn the cat.....
What are you going on about?
What are you going on about?
What are you going on about?
What are you going on about?
What are you going on about?
Kill her, kill her, kill her
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There’s a Malayan stripper of sex unknown
Some Siamese twins from a broken home
Maria’s party, what a show going down
Maria loves her life, but she’ll show you how
There’s a strong man tearing himself into pieces
A magician who will spin you on the end of his spinderly fingers
There’s a show going on
Maria loves her life, she’ll show you how, how, how
There’s a high wire act on the telephone wire
And another Buddhist monk has set himself on fire
There’s a fakir outside being buried alive
Maria’s mad aunt has yet to arrive
A dahlia that dances, and a frog with wings,
A bear in a tutu that just loves to sing, karaoke
Maria loves her life, and that’s all, and that’s all, and that’s all.
La La La La La La La etc.
You will love her forever when the scene hits your town
La La La La La La La etc.
You will love her forever
You will all love her forever
Maria’s Party
And that’s all
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I'm building a fire
A flame for always
I'm living on fire
A flame for always
I'm living like fire
A flame for always
I'm building a fire
A flame for always
I'm living like fire
A flame for always
How long to go
Before this flame dies
How long to burn
Before I blaze away
I blaze away
So long to all my friends
And those who taunted me
To those who lead me on
To those who...
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Well I see the prophet
And the foward fake
And I hold it to your eyes
And the wind is spurned
To the trees
And spurning on your charms
And the ways are laughing on
On your door
And the man is coming all old
And when when the crime is over
Who is safe
Who is safe
And who is gospel oak
On the glamorous night
Each cragged end
And the murderer core survived
From the tunes today
It's sold your space
And I don't know your crime
From the board is slain
And honoured tall
And the wind it is so cold
And they're dueling on a foreign race
Foreign race
Foreign raced it all
So make cupped to me now
It's a long long lazy raves down streets' names
Don't give yer cap to me now
From the raging cloth and the ranging klaxon changed
Raise down
Your soul
Your down
In bloom
Raise down
Hear slay
On and on
Human race
Don't give up on me now
No don't give up on me now
Now now so alone
You're already gone
When your face yours away
When you breeze on everyone
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You’re as tight as a hunter’s trap
Hidden well, what are you concealing
Poker face, carved in stone
Amongst friends, but all alone
Why do you hide
Say something, say something, anything
I’ve shown you everything
Give me a sign
Say something, say something, anything
Your silence is deafening
Pay me in kind
Take a drug to set you free
Strange fruit from a forbidden tree
You’ve got to come down soon
More than a drug is what I need
Need a change of scenery
Need a new life
Say something, say something anything
I’ve shown you everything
Give me a sign
Say something, say something, anything
Your silence is deafening
Pay me in kind
Say something, say something anything
I’ve shown you everything
Give me a sign
I’m open wide, open wondering
Have you swallowed everything
Pay me in kind
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For a love you dream
A dreamer still
For you love a dream
A dreamer still
For you dream
A love too bad to meet
Where your song is all
The wait is still
And your song is of
Your rage will steal
I relax and hold your way to see
It's the falling dark beside the sea
It's a dream along the water scene
It's the light of that you’re ever she
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Rain, rain’s floating down again
Surround your mind
Soft cloud, take me around again
On your rain
My dreams tell me everything
Surprise around
Call out your name
I need help again
For all love brigade
What you was, said is sure
Running on the seventh floor
Do it all, let it slide
Breathe yourself goodbye
See it all through the wall
Living outside again
Need a long way to go
Said you our escape
I died, when you fall again
Say out
I lied
I love feeling small again
All around, satisfied
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Do you really wanna go on like this
Do you really wanna go on like this
Do you really wanna go on like this
Get to the bottom of the well
Do you really wanna go on like this
Do you really wanna go on like this
Do you really wanna go on like this
Get to the bottom of the well
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Honest joe
Screws the lamb
Indian call
Indian plan
Weight of gold
You're a gay
Catch your life
Catch your life
Messerschmidt
You're a ghoul
Hurricane, hurricane
Novatol, novaciane
Dexadrin, dexadrin, opium
It's the way way you break down all your food
It's the way you comb your hair
It's the way you wear the tie so crooked
The way you have that smile that smells of despair
It's the way you like to satisfy
The way you set the smile
The way you crawled into my life and stayed there for a while
It's the way you like to lick your paws
The way you screw the bolts
The way you groom your friends and neighbours
The way you get a cause
Novacaine, makes us smile
Novacaine, no one can
I know where
It's a gun
It's a dream of a christian marytrdom
Move your way
Do your spin
Get a dish, get a dish and spin
Totempole, it's my goal
I don't care where you're gonna take it from
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I see you falling
How long to go before you hit the ground
You keep on screaming
Don’t you see me here
Am I a ghost to you
Now your grip’s too strong
Can’t catch love with a net or a gun
Gotta keep faith that your path will change
Gotta keep faith that your luck will change tomorrow
Tomorrow
Why are you phoning
What am I to do when you’re miles away
You’re always calling from the darkest rooms and we’re both scared
Now your grip’s to strong
Can’t catch love with a net or a gun
Gotta keep faith that your path will change
Gotta keep faith that your love will change
Now your grip’s to strong
Can’t catch love with a net or a gun
Gotta keep faith that your path will change
Gotta keep faith that your love will change tomorrow
I’m just out of your range
Tomorrow
All your suffering’s in vain
Tomorrow
Now your grip’s to strong
Can’t catch love with a net or a gun
Gotta keep faith that your path will change
Gotta keep faith that your love will change tomorrow
I got out of your range
Tomorrow
All your suffering seems vain
Change tomorrow
Some forgiveness now
Tomorrow
Love’s no sacred cow
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Sayonara
I must be dreaming
For rain
Sayonara
I must be dreaming
For ever
You excite enough faith
For me
Sayonara
I must be dreaming
They sing
Sayonara
I must be dreaming
We are singing
Some swing
Who loved crying
Fear and laughter
Sway end and swing
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