#suvivor

[lynx-doodles-indie-games]

bananas: peeled and unpeeled

[illegalchopper]

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: November 1, 1984

Lyrics:

There you stood, that'll teach her

To look so good and feel so right

Let me tell you about the girl I met last night

It's understood, I had to reach her

I let the wheel of fortune spin

I touched your hand before the crowd started crashin' in

Now I'm higher than a kite

I know I'm getting hooked on your love

Talkin' to myself, runnin' in the heat

Beggin' for your touch

In the middle of the street

And I, I can't stop thinkin' about you, girl

I must be livin' in a fantasy world

I'm so high on you

Smart and coy, a little crazy

The kind of face that starts a fight

Let me tell you about the girl I had last night

Piercin' eyes, like a raven

You seemed to share my secret sin

We were high before the night started kickin' in

Now I'm screamin' in the night

I know I'm getting hooked on your love

Talkin' to myself, runnin' in the heat

Beggin' for your touch

In the middle of the street

And I, I can't stop thinkin' about you, girl

I must be livin' in a fantasy world

I've searched the whole world over

To find a heart so true

Such complete intoxication

I'm high on you

There you stood, that'll teach her

To look so good and feel so right

Let me tell you about the girl I met last night

Now I'm higher than a kite

I know I'm getting hooked on your love

Talkin' to myself, runnin' in the heat

Beggin' for your touch in the middle of the street

I'm high on you

And I, I can't stop thinkin' about you, girl

I must be livin' in a fantasy world

I've searched the whole world over

To find a heart so true

Such complete intoxication

I'm high on you

I'm high on you

I'm high on you

Songwriter:

James M. Peterik / Frankie M., Iii Sullivan

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

Survivor

[paniepalins]

[coffeebookslovegt]

Escucha... sigue con el arco ¡entiendes!

¡Por favor hermana! ¡No te rindas!

[nietzschesbible]

Tom The Rapist

At a cross roads, on a bridge

I met you there

I hung my feet, like hanged men’s dance

Another chance?

A true romance?

Or just another witsful glance...

Into a future, fated

I gave you my trust

From gawking screens

To silent screams

Bare-faced touch

You know too much

The dream, it’s faded

Our past too jaded

You touched me as he did

Behind you lays in wake a death

Strangled love on bated breath

I danced for you my hanged man’s dance

From look to book

From past to farce

From now to then

We’ll start again

Just not as friends

I met you there

I’ll leave you here.

Hanged men trip the light fantastic

But only for a while

[despejando-apenas]

[strengthscripted]

An educated empath is a narcissists worst nightmare.