Grass in your hair, stretched like a lion in the sun Restlessly turned, moistened your mouth with your tongue Pouring my wine, your eyes caged mine glowing
Well, I woke up this morning in a cloud of despair I ran my hand across my head, pulled out a pile of worried hair I went to my physician who was buried
Rome now comes to sit In her garden Mingling the breeze with memories Of a time when There was a room in pale yellow hues Her room with a view Where love
Here it comes, here comes another day Another decision on the way Well, here it comes, here comes A covered display of preferences to make Well, here
Six billion ants crawling on a plate Six million ants crawling on a plate None of them give back as much as they take Six billion ants crawling on a plate
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Facts of Life Six billion ants crawling on a plate. Six billion ants crawling on a plate. None of them give back as much as they take. Six billion ants
The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams upon the instrument's object the sunlight brightly gleams where every man is torn apart
I ran into a man with whom I had nothing in common I ran into a man with whom I had no conversation
And when I have some words This is the way I'll sing Through a distortion box To make them menacing Yeah, then I'm gonna have to write a chorus We're
Frame by frame, if by drowning In your arms, in your arms Analysis Step by step, down by numbers In your arms, in your arms Analysis Frame by frame,
Someday, someday, someday Someday you're gonna wake up singing Someday you're gonna wake up tired, so tired It makes you feel like a horseshoe in a swimming
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Bugger me when I touch her she shudders when I touch her
sundown dazzling day gold through my eyes but my eyes turned within only see starless and bible black old friend charity cruel twisted smile and the
She carries me through days of apathy She watches over me She saved my life, in a manner of speaking When she gave me back the power to believe
Still, by the window pane Pain, like the rain that's falling She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai She sleeps in a chair, in her sad America When, when