Everybody's talking to computers,. they're all dancing to a drum machine. I know I'm living on the outside. Scared of getting caught between. I'm so cool calculated alone in a modern world-uh huh.
Hooky high hooky Jo. I need you so. Hooky bye hooky go. Where I don't know. Looky high looky low. Where can you be. Hooky high hooky Jo. I need your company.
Well I'm sick of hanging out on the street. Every Saturday night with the boys. Listening to the radio's big beat. We crank it just to hear the noise.
I wake up every night (to the sound). To the sound of breaking glass. Got troops in the bed. And tanks in the hall. I kidnapped and held for ransom (the one in me).
Where are you running my love. Through the back streets of the city. You're keeping an eye on the horizon. Looking over your shoulder. Must be some demon driving you.
And I keep holding on to yesterday. I keep holding on enough to say. That I'm wrong. . I keep thinking that I'm lonely. But it's only missing you inside.
You always felt you had a destiny (yeah). You wouldn't bow down to the Gods. Of money and power, baby. You burned bright to shed your light all over the world.
My father was too weak to parry the blade. As death's scythe swept through the house one night. When we were busy doing other things. Dust filled his mouth and stopped his breath.
Everynight I go to sleep, you're there baby inside my head. What's the secret that you keep. It's not fair baby, I toss in bed. One night I had the strangest dream.
We had a game, I called her Guenevere. And she would always call me Galahad. I was her king, she was my queen, my Guenevere. The days were warm, the nights were sweet.
That's not the way, that's not the way of the world. Late night creeper with a Saturday Night. Saturday Night special after some poor storekeeper. You need more and more just to stay alive.
Her little soft machine could break your heart. We were linked. She was dancing from the second she checked in. She's a work of art but God blinked. Come on won't you swing it sister.
She come 'round here 'bout midnight. She come 'round here 'bout midnight. . Make me feel so good. Every night about midnight. Come around. Make me feel alright.
(Mick Jagger and Keith Richards). . I live in an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor of my block. And I sit at home looking out the window. Imagining the world has stopped.
Afloat on the ocean, adrift in the sea. Noone around us, there's just you and me. Alone on an island, asleep on the shore. Miles from everyone, I need nothing more.
So, this is the cage that I built. Why I built it I don't know. It's bars made of anger and guilt, no lock. But somehow it just wouldn't let me go. . All hail the messenger of love.
That girl there she's mine. And like starlight she shines. And right in time. She threw me a lifeline. Only to save me. She's my Sunday drive. Yeah, I'm glad I'm alive.
I more than miss you. I feel you inside every time I breathe. And when I kissed your mouth it made me feel strong. You were my life there was no one else.
You day breaks, your mind aches. You find that all her words. Of kindness linger on. When she no longer needs you. . She wakes up, she makes up. She takes her time and doesn't.
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