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I stay in hotels, tear out the walls.. I have accountants pay for it all I have a house, forget the price Ain't ever been there, they tell me it's nice I'm making records, my fans they can't wait they write me letters and tell me I'm great So I got me an office called 'records on the wall' leave a message, maybe I'll call |
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Sweetest
nice to see you |
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Sweetest nice to see you |
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a call is a call
and nothing more it's a hope for a fantasy of fear or a desire to be wanted that much that I actually would (you hope) and at times I might but perhaps it is your turn your turn to lay down and die and be humbled upon the floor call me and see if I answer be I might the only one who will answer to you any more |
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We starve-look At one another Short of breath Walking proudly in our winter coats Wearing smells from laboratories Facing a dying nation Of moving paper fantasy Listening for the new told lies With supreme visions of lonely tunes Somewhere Inside something there is a rush of Greatness Who knows what stands in front of Our lives I fashion my future on films in space Silence Tells me secretly Everything Everything |
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as it should be
and silence is what you have earned from me this more to be here will break that briefly for a moment maybe more - but silence still it is like none that has gone before like none you have ever seen before and if your soul is afeared of me it is a soul wiser than most while myself knows another way naught and wonders if the human in you could reach me any more? |
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are you still free, can ya be?
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freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose, Bobby
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I LOVE the troggs,just found 3 of their 45's for $2 each including "wild thing" :)
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I can't outrun it
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