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step out of your shoes and dive in
the water is nice here please tell me what you've got to lose jump out of your skin we're dancing and nothing is rhyming but it's so easy when you choose take your time it'll be clear it'll be there blow your mind i'll be everything any would ever dream of radiating love climb out of your shell it's alright 'cause everyone's buzzing come up and see what's going on get up and get out get with it 'cause everything's humming just spinning round and round and round this is your picture postcard your grand illusion the perfect present from above radiating love |
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step inside
so you step inside and you hear a sound from another room air disturbed with a foreign sound and you look around electricity it's just got to be you can't be sure 'til you open up the door open up the door steal away so you steal away and the light is low and it disappears day for night and the passing car and the air is charged curiousity deep jungle of night safe on a sullen street soft echos of light shimmering heat |
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i know she's yours now oh you'll find out
if you should stumble she'll walk on she doesn't need you oh you sad fool just turn your head and she'll be gone some girls will tell you anything for the things you bring cars and diamond rings this girl will give you what you need but it's not guaranteed that she can be believed and now you tell me oh no not me but you'll find out just wait and see it doesn't matter what you do she won't be there for you when she sees someone new and now you tell me oh no not me but you'll find out just wait and see |
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oh we are waiting to show
you a different view we are waiting for you please let us into your soul it's the least we can do we are waiting for you we love you we want you we'll hold you we'll haunt you we're willing we're waiting please let us into your home it's the least you can do we are waiting for you oh we are eager to know what you're willing to do we are waiting for you we like you we want you we'll hook you we'll haunt you we're willing we're waiting |
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yeah she's a runaround
she's the heavyweight champion tease your cool is world reknown but your mouth is mumbling please she'll shake her head and she'll turn away yeah you think you're gonna die from the pain but she knows what she's doing what she's doing what she's doing what she's doing is she's screwing your brain yeah the boys go crazy boys go crazy when the girls say no i ain't a chauvinist but the girls are a different breed i hate to tell you this but you ain't gonna get what you need you're so in love that you're gonna pop yeah you know you're gonna crack from the strain but she's doing what she wanna what she wanna what she wanna what she wanna while you're going insane you've heard it all before but you just didn't want to believe you open up the door and you pin your heart on your sleeve yeah she's the one you've been dreaming of and you're gonna leave the heartache behind but you know where you're going where you're going where you're going yeah you know you're going out of your mind |
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these children of the dark boy
don't you know they get around don't go walking in the park boy you may never be found there was this important man and he saw things he shouldn't see now he's buried in the sand man now he's no one really no one beware of little ones who never say their prayers at night take care my foolish one you may surely die of fright surely die of fri-i-ight go to sleep the little ones never sleep no they never sleep have a care that you never meet one go to sleep just go to sleep in the city of your dreams boy in the darkness of your room nothing's ever what it seems boy in the gathering gloom yeah these children of the night man will have you dancing to their tune they'll extinguish all the lights and then you're no one really no one |
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I never thought we'd end up here
you always seemed so damn sincere though you say you love me with a smile love is just a fashion here it's going out of style another lousy day in paradise another party girl'll pay the price her silent screams her dormant dreams another lousy day in paradise another way to set your soul on ice the swine'll find their pearl here at party party world you're always greeted with a kiss and if you're weak you won't resist being this month's model is the best but you change your mind and heart here like you change your dress living for the late show living for the no-no's just close your eyes and keep repeating you're getting what you're needing paradise is pleasing if it has a reason oh yeah i'm looking for a new nirvana to visit when I wanna |
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no i don't give a shit about warhol
and oldenberg's really gone soft in the brain now dali just wants to be cornholed with one of those crutches he sold to man ray yes calder was hung up on mobiles and rauchenberg gives a particular pain now art's just another distraction like tv commercials that won't go away bourgeois what's the deal don't want no dada no don't try to hand me no fantasy it's for surreal when your taste is confined to their palates and their pictures are easily framed on your walls did you ever consider the malice aforethought contained in that trivial parcel of art van gogh does a flip in his casket rafaels and da vincis are moved down the hall to make way for neimans and no ones like rock and roll portraiture by guy pellaert tell me what good is color on canvas just who will it feed tell me who will it save and do they expect us to stand this barrage of collage and potage and potage st. germaine the people who work for a living don't need to ask questions from cradle to grave they don't need di carlo to tell them what's good and what's bad and what's really insane |
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no i don't give a shit about warhol
and oldenberg's really gone soft in the brain now dali just wants to be cornholed with one of those crutches he sold to man ray yes calder was hung up on mobiles and rauchenberg gives a particular pain now art's just another distraction like tv commercials that won't go away bourgeois what's the deal don't want no dada no don't try to hand me no fantasy it's for surreal when your taste is confined to their palates and their pictures are easily framed on your walls did you ever consider the malice aforethought contained in that trivial parcel of art van gogh does a flip in his casket rafaels and da vincis are moved down the hall to make way for neimans and no ones like rock and roll portraiture by guy pellaert tell me what good is color on canvas just who will it feed tell me who will it save and do they expect us to stand this barrage of collage and potage and potage st. germaine the people who work for a living don't need to ask questions from cradle to grave they don't need di carlo to tell them what's good and what's bad and what's really insane |
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