There's some animosity I sense. Whenever we speak. So we don't even talk much anymore. . I thought I could fix some things. It's not been pretty. Hell, I don't even see you anymore.
This is something I'm accustomed to. And God knows I've done my suffering too. But I've been places I'd only read about. . Oh, the sacrifice, and I was lost.
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Hey, man, what's it take. To get a drink around here?. 'Cause I've lost my will again, again. . This is the part we read about when we were young. How it's so hard to face the truth and give it up.
Down comes the day.. I'm gonna crawl into you.. Deep into you.. Take up my hands,. spread you in two,. see through your eyes.. Make all your fears come true..
[Flesh disolved in acid of light]. . [Nine hundred hours of hallucinitory intoxication]. [Nine hundred hours of hallucinitory intoxication]. . People are so full of infection.
Oh! What Joy! A child of our own.... Oooh, such a handsome child.. With a fusebox smile.. I think he's trying to speak now.. But he's got nothing to say..
Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down. They say you only live to see the lights of town. I wasted my time when I would try, try, try. 'Cause when the lights have lost their glow, you'll cry, cry, cry.
I thought it was you and your optimist's view of the clock. And how it's always another day. Just after twelve o'clock's struck. You said "now I only want you so I don't have to promise".
I thought I would go to the sea and shrink down very tiny. And slide inside the telephone wire that runs under the briny. Till I found there is a way of crawling to the USA.
I saw a girl who'd found her consolation. She said, "One day my prince of peace will come". . Above her head a portrait of her father. The wilted favor that he gave her still fastened to the frame.
This tattered document. A mystery you can solve. Some burnt out filament. Flies buzzing around the bulb. . Country Darkness. . He thought of traveling.
(harle/shakespeare). Come away, come away, death. And in sad cyprus let me be laid. Fie away, fie away, breath. I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with you.
Well, you know your time has come. And you're sorry for what you've done. You should've never been playing with a gun. In those complicated shadows. .
Up above me are the skies like the twinkle in your eyes. Blue must be the colour of the blues. In the mail, the letters came but you can't pay for love the same.
Yesterday's coal train came to rest in the bitter. cutting. And as the signals took an age to change it was. easy pickings. So you go to the movies where they smash it up.
With a handful of backhanders and a bevy of beauty. You're going off limits, going off duty. Going off the rails, going off with booty. They tell tales of fiction found on all the criminal types.
Tears on your blackmail. Written to ransom. A point of that fingernail. Says, he's so handsome. . Clowntime is over, time to take cover. While others just talk and talk.
She'll fix you with an iron cross. And cover you up with petals. And hang you up with some amber beads. And four or five precious metals. And in that black flamingo chair.
Tears on your blackmail. Written to ransom. A point of the fingernail. Says that he's handsome. . Clowntime is over. Time to take cover. While others just talk and talk.