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Hey
You keep me running round and round Well, that's alright with me Up and down, I'm up the wall I'm up the bloody tree That's alright with me Yeah, that's alright with me Well, it feels alright to me Yeah, it looks alright to me And I'm so tall, I'm so tall You raise me and then you let me fall And I'm so small, I'm so small Wrap me around your finger, see me fall You keep me running round and round Well, that's alright with me Nothing, nothing, nothing's gonna Step in my way Living on the ceiling No more room down there Things fall into place You get the joke, fall into place And I'm so tall, I'm so tall You raise me and then you let me fall And I'm so small, I'm so small Wrap me around your finger, see me fall Here we go You keep me running round and round Well, that's alright with me Up and down, I'm up the wall I'm up the bloody tree Hiding from your questions Questions you won't ask Why am I up the tree, you say Why are you down there, I say And I'm so tall, I'm so tall You raise me and then you let me fall And I'm so small, I'm so small Wrap me around your finger, see me fall Hey |
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from Blancmange - Second Helpings (2005)
Waves, and then goodbye
I live in a wafer thin dream I, I can cry You know that time, time's not kind But I remember the way we were Slow, slow sad love I wonder do you miss my love I know you can't It's just a wave passing over me What are these waves? They're coming over me It must be my destiny Waves, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye What are these waves? They're coming over me It must be my destiny |
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from Blancmange - Second Helpings (2005)
Someone touched me late last night
Someone tried to tie me down Passing by at such a height Smashing down the laughing clown Don't tell me I'm looking well For the truth will never tell Cut me down, let me sleep Promises I'll never, never keep Something moved me in the night Someone tried to pin me down Asking questions, who was right Telling me I wear the crown Don't ask me what's on my mind For the truth you'll never ever find And don't tell lies no more There's nothing left to hide A clown can lose his foolish pride I tried to tell you So many times before Give me back my pride I could hardly ask for more! I tried in every way To get this through to you I missed by miles My message won't go through I tried in every way To get this through to you I missed by miles My message won't go through Don't ask me what's on my mind For the truth you'll never ever find And don't tell lies no more There's nothing left to hide A clown can lose his foolish pride Don't tell me I'm looking well For the truth will never tell Cut me down, let me sleep That's a promise I'll never, never keep Someone touched me late last night Someone tried to tie me down Something moved me in the night Someone tried to pin me down |
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Blind hope, blind visions
Blind centre, one centre Blind living and seeing Blind hell, blind hell Blind visions and no reasons For action, blind words Blind visions and no reasons For action, blind words Blind visions and no reasons No reasons for actions In a dream when I'm reading pages full of words The harder you look It's getting hard, it's getting hard, it's not A dream's a dream In a dream when I'm reading pages Pages full of words It's, it's getting hard, it's not It's not, it, it It's getting hard It's getting harder It's getting hard Hold me closer now, hold me closer That's blind vision, blind vision Push me harder now, harder, push me harder It's blind hell, blind hell Keep me spinning around and round Blind centre, blind centre Now I'm turning miles above the ground That's blind hell, blind hell, blind hell Blind hope, blind visions Blind centre, one centre Blind living and seeing Blind hell, blind hell Blind visions and no reasons For actions, blind words Blind visions and no reasons For actions, blind words |
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I'll stay with you until the end
I say you'll let me be your friend I'll say you'll let me in the end I just want to be your friend. How can I be sure you're breaking all the rules How can I be sure I should be high above I climbed a mountain reaching for the skies And all too soon I jump the moon and find I'm losing my mind. Don't tell me I'm the howling wind Don't tell me you're the wounded star And don't tell me I'm the devil's friend Don't tell me Don't tell me I've gone too far. I didn't hear you as you left my room last night Don't turn your back on me I didn't hear you as you left the room last night Please return and set me free. I climbed a mountain reaching for the skies And all too soon I jumped the moon and find the sun burns my eyes. Don't tell me I'm the howling wind Don't tell me you're the wounded star And don't tell me I'm the devil's friend Don't tell me Don't tell me I've gone too far. I can't get a grip on I can't get a grip on I can't get a grip on you I can't get a grip on No No Can't get a grip on. I say you'll let me in the end I say you'll let me be your friend. I maybe asked this once before Don't you love me any more? |
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from Blancmange - Second Helpings (2005)
I must have left my house at eight because I always do
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due I must have read the morning paper going into town And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine With letters to be read and heaps of papers waiting to be signed I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so The usual place, the usual bunch And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained The day before you came I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two And at the time, I never even noticed I was blue I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away At five, I must have left; there's no exception to the rule A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school The train back home again Undoubtedly, I must have read the evening paper then Oh, yes, I'm sure my life was well within its usual frame The day before you came I must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV There's not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then I must have read awhile The latest one by Barbara Cartland or something in that style It's funny, but I have no sense of living without aim The day before you came And turning out the lights I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night And rattling on the roof, I must have heard the sound of rain The day before you came |
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