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Will you be my lover?. Will you be the one?. Will you be like no other. For how long?. . Oh yes I'll be your wild flower. Grown through the concrete. And born to the backbeat of the stars.
Cars are crawling in the microtowns. Women hide the decay. Boys bounce to the disco sounds. Lights go inside with the grey. . Gas clouds paint the cityscapes.
Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,. The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,. Maybe it's our kookiness,. Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,.
She was standing smoking counting stolen change. Don't someone have the guts to complain?. Said, Superman I'm a big fan, let's get something straight.
Don't take your life 'cos your bicycle won't fly. You may be going to heaven tonight. Don't spoil the show for the love of some albino. You won't be going to heaven alone.
hold on, he's coming. through the wheels of the star machine. hold on, he's coming. through the tears of your shit stained dream. . in an anthem for the world.
Oh, day after day, every morning. The city sighs and cars collide. Oh we take the train. Through the winter hinterlands and garage bands. An we wash it away, we wash it away this grey.
"She-rocker you're wasting your time. 'Cause you're only a girl". She-rocker sacked the factory line for a chance of a dance in a surreal world. . She said, "come rescue, rescue me from this Hollywood life.
Lay Lady Lay and Band of Gold. A Day in the Life, and Dream of Sheep. Seasong and Vincent and Death Disco. Listen to the music in your sleep. . These are the sad songs, the broken words.
There's a song playing. On the radio. Sky high in the airwaves. On the morning show. . And there's a lifeline slipping. As the record plays. And as I open the blinds in my mind.
Through endless Asia, through the fields of Cathay. Or enslaved in a pebble-dash grave with a kid on the way. If you're far over Africa on the wings of youth.
See you. In your next life. When we'll fly away. For good. . Stars. In our own car. We can drive away. From here. . Far away. So far away. Down to Worthing.
If I was the wife of an acrobat.... Could've had it all... Could've had it all.... . Where's all the money gone? - I'm talking to you,. All up the hole in your arm is the needle,.
Won't someone give me a gun?. Oh, well, it's for my brother. Well, he writes the line, wrote right down my spine. It says, "Oh, do you believe in love there?".
And maybe we're just kids who've grown. And maybe not,. And maybe when we're on our own. We don't have much. . But oh, we are young and not tired of it,.
I watch the slow hand kill the day. See my starring role tick away. I watch the skyline for him to come. And when he comes along we'll be gone. . And we'll go into the city.
Lying in my bed. I think of you. That song goes through my head. The one we both knew. . In each line lies another line. Full of sacred sound. But you're outside where the companies dream.
I know a girl, she walks the asphalt world. She comes to me, I supply her with Ecstasy. Sometimes we ride in a taxi to the ends of the city. Like big stars in the back seat, like skeletons ever so pretty.
You and I we want to ride the ocean. You and me we want to sail the stars. You superglue me to a new emotion. Mend the pieces of my broken heart. . And I dissolve into a kind of limbo.