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Come up to my lighthouse for I have something I wish to say
It can wait for a moment; well in fact / it can wait all day
I...
When I was with this girl last night / she held me tight; it turned me on
The moon was dark and those clothes were tight
her...
I hate to complain, you know, but then again
I cannot pretend nothing's wrong
Looking at my present situation, the act cannot...
Would you like to hear
about the things I fear?
About my life, and loves too?
Well why should I tell you?
If I...
The blue girls that bake in the sun / Skin falls in flakes from each one
Like leaves from autumn trees / they float upon the breeze...
I thought so long and suddenly I realised / I love love
I thought so long and suddenly I realised / I love love
Am I loving...
Hey
you're treading on my life
You're leaving marks, but that's alright
In a year or so, I'll look back and I'll...
Sure you had something to hide
I took your bag and looked inside
I was looking for life
Nothing inside but memories...
As the signs outside proclaimed, nature sometimes makes mistakes.
Was it the mother or the father to blame, inside the damp grass and...
Hey, / you can look, you can look just like anyone else
if that's what you want to do. / I,
I could laugh, I could laugh in...
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After many weeks in the wilderness we came upon a strange, exotic life.
A land of happy hours where the skies are grey and the food exceptionally greasy.
We drank strange brown liquids, and our stomachs swelled up like balloons.
A thousand fake orgasms every night behind thick draylon curtains.
They go on and on and on and on.
Oh! We sank back into long PVC sofas.
Outside dogs roamed the streets and the roof-tops, plus it would rain
But now we've grown so fat we can no longer pass through the door.
Stay we must, sprouting black hair beneath bry-nylon underwear.
Yes, you will stay; these nights of suburbia go on and on
and on and on and on and on and on.
They go on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
Yeah, oh, I'm feeling greasy.
Oh, I can't hear you. Oh, you're fading away. Oh no. Oh...
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