Stare at the horizon. Fell beyond a tree. Fell into the ocean. Melt into the sea. Stare at the horizon. Millions miles of it. See my love on the horizon.
Just 'cause she dances go-go. Don't make her a ho no no. Maxine put your red shows on. We goin' to the disco. We gonna elope on down to mexico. Called up my momma said i'm in love with a stripper yo.
(This one's goin' out to the strip joints. Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous. For every Go-Go Bar. I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs. Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex.
The surgeon removes an open heart. and scrapes it clean give it a heart machine. . Why. . The surgery failed. their hands remain clean cannibal machine.
I've heard everything you're saying. Makes no difference to me. I am only getting better. Save your pity. . You left the topic. You wish that I quit. Deep down you know you'll never be me.
Never done it the way I should. So impatient, misunderstood. I've always let a girl dictate my feelings, yeah. Too distracted, too direct. Too numb so I neglect.
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I met some man called Terry. He told me a joke. The punchline was dirty. And he was a dirty bloke. I handed him a dollar. So he would go away. He shook my hand and wished me well.
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Bells will be ringing the sad, sad news. Oh, what a Christmas to have the blues. My baby's gone, I have no friends. To wish me greetings once again. .
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Tycho, don't you know nothin'. The doors on the oven. Are wide enough to make us all kin. . A psychotic boy scout. Let it all gush out. Shopping your brains out now in the bargain bins.
Doted on like seeds planted in rows. The untied shoelaces of your life. Nutured all year then presssed in a book. Or displayed in bad taste at the table.
Through the rain. and all the clatter,. under the Freemont bridge,. I saw a pigeon fly,. fly in fear. from a raptor. come to take its life.. . Does it closed.
Come up with me, love. We'll disappear in the evening light. Come up with me, love,. Into a world that's sparkly bright. That's the way it's for me, love.
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls.
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This lass,. Some fifteen odd years,. Is widely known,. To have spat,. In her teacher's eye,. And will not take it back,. For now I see,. How after all the cracks,.
Passing through this life with so much regret. It feels like I haven't got over it yet. It takes so long for these wounds to heal. I'm knocking down walls, taking my time.
What did you expect?. Fools often sometimes forget. Who really knows what's the truth. Often dignified. . How funny changing the tide. Feels like you already knew.