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Working for vacation Walking for meditation
Watching television for as long as I want People got science but makes no sense, Still can't do anything for cutting out violence When I think of something, it goes out to space Then it comes back (to me) in another shape We know we are not apes, But we could make sweet seedless grapes Feeling wrong 'cuz the days are too long, Counting heartbeats 72 in a minute Feeling wrong 'cuz the days are too long, Counting heartbeats 72 in a minute I need to talk to an ancient Egyptian to know the transcription To read the prescription for the friction we've got Or the options we'll have maybe God only knows |
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| 2. |
| 4:07 |
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Though the water boils,
Don't turn off the heat Can't find the spoon that we once had, The sugar cubes will melt no more We belong as two together, We belong as two together How can you take my soul? Stop...I need a new beat Can't find the spoon that we once had, The sugar cubes will melt no more We belong as two together, We belong as two together |
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| 3. |
| 2:59 |
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I want certain words more than a thousand flowers
memory rubs in my heart like sand on my feet my heart is frozen tonite like blue coral in the sea you are my twilight though not always right you are so kind like the tide by my side because of time we lost our pride for love I feel I'm alone again in the heat wave you are already miles away I wish we could meet again |
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| 4. |
| 6:10 |
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I can't say I'm good at cleaning it,
baby The lint of love, it'smade of "dust of confusion" You see, the president is in trouble Every cent you make is floating in a bubble My heart's content. I can't find it in the Bible. Doesn't say how to take away the lint of love I can't help myself, I can't help myself Human beings always hard to believe What you think is not quite alright at the other side of the nation Got two eyes, but we only got one mouth We could live, we could jive, we could live, we could jive Without the lint of love I can't help myself, I can't help myself We can't avoid the lint of love, And you've got to know how to take it away |
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| 5. |
| 5:13 |
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Moonchild still lives in my heart.
Can I ask you something? Is your life better now? (x2) Sometimes I feel you're sitting next to me and listening to my stories Time always shows me it's hard to understand how to be myself Moonlight dries your tears, moonlight hides your fears (x2) Moonchild still lives in my heart. Can I ask you something? Is your life better now? (x2) Sometimes I feel you're smilling at me and telling me your memories Tide always moves fast Can you tell me how to find words inside a shell? Moonlight dries your tears, moonlight hides your fears (x2) Moonchild still lives in my heart. Can I ask you something? Is your life better now? (x2) |
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| 6. |
| 3:43 |
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What's up B? Wa-sa-bi I'm searchin' the city for sci-fi wasabi
The start button has been pushed already Obi-Wan Kenobi is waiting for me in Union Square My wheel needs repair. The bike lane's glowing all over the city My bike "specializes" in the nitty-gritty New York City never had equality, it's reality, economic duality Where are my amenities Tell me my sanity Ain't no analogy for individuality, I got immunity from multiplicity That's how we do it. We got your harmony. Where's you're identity? Our name is stereotype with an A I got to get the shit straight Your vision of stupidity's made of vanity Keep your quality up in the sky There is a hole on Broadway, no control, it's in my way I feel no goal. Where is my soul? I got no reset for this game A.O.K. gotta find an alley anyway My hair turns grey day by day Don't erase your points, you've got your pace Don't waste your days, get your innerspace Don't give me chase, I'm at St. Marks Place Feeling Stromboli, not ravioli I'm charging my energy fresh as a daisy Biologically let your system know what's up Here comes your twin hopper Yuka Honda knows her water - "Pass the Volvic" No wonder her fingers are smooth like butter It's specific. No mind traffic CIBO MATTO 1999! I'm Miho Hatori straight outta purgatori Ai? Ai? Alright? I'm passing on your right Don't be snobby with me Not aioli, surely not Moby Obi-Wan Kenobi told me in the lobby Technically I'm free and I can find the key Our name is stereotype with an A I've got to get the shit straight. Can you relate, my mate? Don't be late, my gate is open Downtown still sends me up in the sky |
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| 3:27 |
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I'm moving fast like clouds in the sky
You can see my tears are dry You're staying there higher in the sky 7 layers of the air We've never ever moved together yet so beautiful I'm moving fast like birds in the sky You can see my eyes turn bright You are staying there further in the sky 7 layers of time I'm proving past and breaking new ground Slowly my eyes open wide You're staying there and playing new sounds 7 layers of light |
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| 8. |
| 4:33 |
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I'm so speechless...you saw me crying
you've never known I'm so speechless... I'll never come back to you Did you call me? Once in a week? All you wanna do is to be like a sheik Always catching girls like fishing for crawfish You won't get a dish never, you're just a selfish Please don't take me to the bayou I'm not a freak I don't wanna lose my shoes Do you? You do? I go through your taboo you do now I'm so blue Don't make my mouth water, don't make me want to slaughter If you give me a dishwasher, don't clean my life with your style I'm so speechless...I saw something I've never known I'm so speechless...I saw something you've never shown You want quantity. I want quality. How can I get up to go through this tragedy There's no remedy in my satchel. Only some memory...I feel empty Love is like a bubble, easily breakable I can't take this ache for my own sake I'm cutting the rope from your boat but something still sticks in my throat |
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| 9. |
| 4:56 |
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I can take your pain away if you
tear down your fortress of memory I can take your pain away, you don't always need to be strong I can take your pain away, I know we wear different shoes I can take your pain away, barefoot we will tear the truth You are the king of silence...You don't need one word to talk to me All I know is we have sympathy Close your eyes and lean your head on me I can take your pain away if you find a remedy in me I can take your pain away, you can take as much as you want from me I can take your pain away, we have a distance between us I can take your pain away, every time we can find the clue |
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| 10. |
| 5:21 |
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Don't lean on me
stay on your side Don't leave me be my side Ain't no pain on a blue train touching my skin won't get you to my core Don't take my seat Don't make me sore You won't feel pain for loving me more just seat where you can always see the door |
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| 11. |
| 3:19 |
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The bomb in my heart is beating me
a B note Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo 'Cuz missin' you on Sunday morning, I need somethin' new It's Sunday morning But nothing helps me... I'm just waiting for the milkman to come I can't find it, I can't find it Why do I feel so lonely? I don't know how to compromise You are my one and only. What can I find 'til the moon rises? I feel dizzy, you're so damn sleazy, I know you'll say "I was busy" Baby, take me out, it's been rained out so I run to the bank to get my cash And check our savings of love out but it's closed on Sunday What can I say? I feel blue the rain starts soaking my shoes We're losing glue I can't find a clue, I'm knocking on the door Somebody is dancing on the floor, then I know the score, I can't take it no more The Knicks winnin' can't even make me high, cuttin' coupons for nothing makes me sigh I can't find it, it's been on my mind, I've been trying to find it day and night |
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| 12. |
| 3:39 |
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Why can't we dance in the same groove every day?
My step starts from 6 to 1, from 6 to 1, you make fun of my honesty But I think consciousness is the same in space... in space... I'm living in the second world, I'm watching, watching you from the second world Don't complain about it, baby, I can not be perfect for you Still learning every Sunday, I just spend. I just spend...every Sunday... every Sunday |
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| 13. |
| 3:18 |
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She's got a living stone and rain in her hand
She doesn't have an umbrella to cover herself She's got a living stone and pain in her mind All I can do is sing for her and myself I wish I can take it away to three thousand light years away Don't be afraid, I'll be next to you |
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| 3:10 | 
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