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Whose culture is this and does anybody know? I wait and tell myself “Life ain’t chess” But no one comes in and yes, you’re alone You don’t miss me, I know
A habit of occurrence that makes in time my clarity, The length of each stripe boundless in rich and density, Factually, there's no way for gravity, Mercy for my rental and honking on my diary, it's not the time.
Love forever, love is free Let’s turn forever, you and me Windmill, windmill for the land Is everybody in?
Oh, I beg you, can I follow? Oh, I ask you, why not always? Be the ocean, we’ll unravel Be my only, be the water, where I’m wading You’re my river running high, run deep, run wild
I’m looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I’m looking for a complication
Viceroy, early in the morning Just trying to let the sun in and open up my eyes Viceroy, as it's getting later, Heading for the corner, already running dry.
Kiss me properly and pull me apart And my fingers scratch at my hair Before my mind can get too reckless The idea of seeing you here is enough to make the sweat go cold
There's nothing worse than sitting all alone at home And waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting by the phone I hope that he's at home waiting by his phone I wonder if he knows that I want him
When will we talk on a Sunday? You're always hurrying to get somewhere Striking all your poses You think I don't notice you everywhere?
We'll build a fire in your eyes We'll build a fire when the color's getting brighter Cold desire, makes the moon without a tide Tell me what you saw, I'll tell you what to
She said you hurt her so She almost lost her mind But now she says she knows You're not the hurting kind
I'm taping up the windows and the doors I'm nailing all my pretty things to the floor Eyes like fire, a tempest in the water. Eyes like mine, a temper like your mother's.
They're calling you a genius Is that why you're acting so competitive? And even if they mean it Don't let the feeling get to your head.
Well, I'm frozen like a soldier. Don't know where it stays all over the place, Time frozen like an ocean, Don't know the taste of a never ending headache.
I'm seeing everything. Our love is a diffusion of lust. I'm full term, And words burn and broaden my hips. I've returned 'cause I've learned no way to resist.