I'm talkin' to these Yeah, okay Yeah, ooh, ooh, this one's a vivrant thing LB, G.I. one fam, oh, my, bounce with me now Big, dawg, hot, I'm talkin', this
Many faces listen to the sound Different places, span the globe around Finding traces true in everyone No there's nothing new, under the sun Many faces
I think images are worth repeating Images repeated from a painting Images taken from a painting From a photo worth re-seeing I love images worth repeating
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England seemed like such a beautiful place from afar Until one day I saw how miserable things really are All fantastic images they only are apparent
I knew this kid named Alberto, funny style cat And his girl looked like a turtle Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle High school track, he ran the hurdle His
Turning the knife buried in your stomach I woke up live black with stain Glistening and new the sunset's coming Finger paintings of the insane Come on
Iron Bars (Stephen) What am I doing behind these iron bars Never robbed nor killed, never done no one harm You put me in shackles, you place I in chains
And eh, and I see you passing by my way, again And I'm wondering if we can be good friends And I see you passing by my way again, yeah And I'm wondering
She's there in case I want it all He's scared cause I want She's there in case I want it all He's scared cause I want All in all the clock is slow Six
I'm down, he is watching me from above My dream is burning, i dream forever Keep my life, give me air I try to think better and better Solitude has disappeared
No good with faces and I'm bad with names Gave me directions nut it's all the same I'm lost, I'm too tired to try Street lamps are broken, black the
(Ross Inglis) One step forward Two steps back Everytime I meet someone new I draw another blank Circular motion It always ends up the same A voice in
One step forward Two steps back Everytime I meet someone new I draw another blank Circular motion It always ends up the same A voice in my head
Here's a little girl playin' dress up Somewhere under all that lace Standin' in her mama's high heeled shoes With a lipstick covered face And here's
Where streetlamps go to die is where we will find our love - no reason my I love you this much nothing as such - don't ask me why If I close my eyes
It took some time before it entered my mind, Before it did, I was fine, I was o.k. It took some time but when it did cross my mind, I thought my head