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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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Walking from the scene of some humiliation feeling like a dog.
Walking from the scene of some romantic triumph feeling like God.
Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them
Can have anything, can never fail.
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency.
Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real, four billion spectators look on;
Judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing.
Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs;
Suck and sate, forces of fate.
A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity.
The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness.
The only choice, the only voice.
1933, where are you now? Where are the broken bottles?
Where's the toffs slumming it?
Where's the fanaticism? Where's truth and beauty?
Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them
Can have anything, can never fail.
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency.
Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real, four billion spectators look on;
Judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing.
Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs;
Suck and sate, forces of fate.
A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity.
The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness.
The only choice, the only voice.
1933, where are you now? Where are the broken bottles?
Where's the fanaticism? Where's truth and beauty?
Where's truth and beauty? ...
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