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Will it tame the demon inside us
Will it change a troubling soul
Will it break uncomfortable silences
Come on baby hit the floor
Shake for me
Will it start a new revolution
Will it turn the water to wine
Gonna cause a lot of confusion
Gonna knock the fruit off the vine
Shake for me
Is it gonna lead us to blindness
Twitching to the different drum
Will it keep us safe from violence
Rocking till the kingdom come
Baby you're swinging from side to side
Already kicked off your high heels
Baby you're rippin' all through the night
And you burn... burn...
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Never thought I'd be your back door man
I sort of thought I'd hold the front but then
The perfect balance baby
A certain twist of mind
A tempting hint at something I might find
Never thought you'd wind me up again
I sort of thought I'd sprung the clock but then
The perfect moment baby
A taste of fantasy
Will flood the gates with your mystery
Just for tonight baby
Just let it ride baby
Whatever you hide
Whatever you hide
Just for tonight baby
Just let it ride
You spill your smile and then you drag your tail
Playing hide and seek on a very different scale
The perfect balance baby
Between the touch and go
You're still my favorite mental rodeo
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This is a sticky recital. You can't fake it
The truth is the truth
No matter how thin you slice it
Tell it to the regular chimps
Feed it to the pimps
Feed it to the pimps before they ice it
Keep all the balls in the air
Keep all the saucers spinning
It ain't about losing or winning
It's love lost, lost in love
Is there something to be said
For the joy of not knowing
And have violent ownership
Of what you don't say
Can you bounce back before the cracks start showing
Before loneliness kicks in, the very next day
Keep all the balls in the air
Keep all the saucers spinning
It ain't about losing or winning
It's love lost, lost in love
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An adult portion an adult dose
This ain't for the faint hearted, it's for the pros
I'm gonna steer my love ship and wade through the deep
I'm gonna sneak my way through I'm coming
I'm comin' for you sneak my way through
I sling my swagger, like a double bladed dagger
To cut, cut, cut through the defense
I'm gonna steer my love ship
And wade through the deep
I'm comin' when you sleep I'm coming...
I'm coming for you (sneak my way through)
Put me down on the race track with the horses
Put me down on the race track on all fours
No matter how big or how strong the force is
I'm gonna sneak my way through
I'm comin' I'm comin' for you
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Never felt the softness of her tender kiss
I never felt her heart beat strong
All I know is she's in every dream I dream
All night long
Never heard her speak a single word of love
I never knew her favourite song
'Cause she only speaks to me in dreams I dream
All night long
When I sleep she tells me she's in love with me and how she needs me to be near
But at best the dream is just a fantasy
And if I touch her hand she'll disappear
I don't need love that's just a memory
Tell me faith, how could I be so wrong
Got to find a woman who is home to me
All night long
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I have got to dig in... Keep digging in the dirt
I've got to turn, twist and shout, consider every word
Without taking a shot, at the ultimate sin
I've all but given up, on ever reaching you again
A certain lunacy, has come to visit
I don't know what is and what isn't, anymore
Feed me your highs, feed me your lows
Feed them to me, in a consumable dose
Feed them to be baby, please give them to me now
'Cause there ain't no stoppin' no matter how
I stir my coffee you sip your tea
What're we gonna do
With whom we're gonna be
Without taking in the ultimate sin
I've all but given up on ever reachin' you again
Feed them to me now, please give them to me
'Cause there ain't no stoppin' no matter where when or how
I know that it's a major no can do
But there ain't nothing else I would rather do
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I went blind, Cherry
You're too kind, Cherry
My leash is tight, Cherry
I'm losin' my pride, Cherry
Falling through the cracks, Cherry
(I) don't bounce back, Berry
It's gettin' kinda hairy, Cherry
Way south of the ordinary
Liked you better in the nude, Cherry
It's gone beyond a little fun, Cherry
But I don't mind, Cherry
'Cause I went blind, Berry
When your heart's about to die
In sore need of salvaging
The time you waste
You never get it back
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She's ready to shoot
She'll weigh her best shot
She's ready to shoot
Her neck feels hot
She wants it to be a one-hit
She wants that a lot
She'll put a reason in her mind
It's the only thing she'll hear
She'll put a reason in her mind
It's the only thing she'll hear
Build out of faith
To wash away the fear
The sweet, glazed glance
Of total madness in her eyes
The sweet, glazed glance
Of total madness in her own minds eye
It's like she's guarding some remote outpost
Of her sacred little empire in the sky
Ripping the seams off of acceptable human behavior
My baby's got a gun, she's going to use it for her savior
And in the main time my faith has left me
High up in the rafters
And in the main time my faith has left me
High up in the rafters
If there's no mercy in this land
Why would it be there in the ever after?
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From light pole to light pole the shadows we lead
Only the pattern of our feet
Until they run into the ground
Without a sound
Against a backdrop of slowly melting snow
To good to hold on, too painful to let go
Too hard to carry this around
Without a sound
The slightest touch will be too strong
If we could just get along
Your hand searches, mine wants to be found
Without a sound
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Lots of speed but no control
Straight down the gutter, straight down the hole
Like strangers who know each other very well
Just for your or my distraction
Cripple any form of human interaction
Slowly losing our ability to talk
All tuxedoed up
Lots of speed but no control
A desperate desperado on parole
This is your selection of the finest
Peel back the foil, the searchlight is on
You're diggin' in, all brakes are gone
Totally numb, to this obscene violence
All tuxedoed up
Round & round & round
We share and we confess
Round & round & round
A little deeper in distress
All dolled up, let's hit the screen
Who's the daddy, who's the king
I'm fed up with all this Wi-fi-high-fiving
God owns your head the devil has your balls
But you're still the one making the calls
Selling ally our joy and all your living
All tuxedoed up
Round & round & round
We dare and we profess
Round after round after round
A little deeper in distress
All tuxedoed up
Round after round after round
We curse and we caress
Round after round after round
A little deeper in this mess
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Tried to run from it
Tried to hide
Tried to put it on a train
Kicked and smacked it with a blunt shovel
Tried to write it off in a big refrain
To this day it hasn't gone away, it hasn't gone away
Tried to lose it in the forest
Behind a breadcrumb trail
Hit it with a flat bed truck
Dropped it in the middle of the bottom of the ocean
Slipped it in my most poisonest of potions
Threw it off the aqueduct
To this day it hasn't gone away, it hasn't gone away
Infest it with the plague
Run it over with a dozer
I let it slide, let it slide from a steep mountainside
To this day it hasn't gone away, it hasn't gone away
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