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from Sneaker Pimps - Splinter (2006)
Now your future's got me told
Stopped breathing on my own I curl to break consent To print the facts in stone Suppose for seconds you forget your past Neglect to turn in think straight stand out last And I curl now to help me find you out We're keeping down and sleeping sound Now your newspeak's aging thin A pale and hanging faith A devil sick on sin Will curl against it's place Itch to scratch To strike my past from all it's owed It's sold |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Splinter (2006)
pretty row with it
cute sushi lunches nineteen steps from out under your feet can't eat won't eat have have not me can't eat won't eat cute sushi lunches pretty down on this cold feel excuses one lane talk where art and life don't meet can't see won't see have have not me hate like a child hates his hair cut can't eat won't eat cute sushi lunches |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Splinter (2006)
I know you know my head's not in this now
Nothing you could keep so keep me down Like the stones beneath the water that you walk on to be taller The hands you stuck together when you prayed you'd wait forever Just another fragile angel heart Falling down on lead wings torn apart The words beneath my skin The ink that put you in Destroying all the things you left around Earthbound coming down So what you have the nerve to call a friend Is starved of all the sense to make amends I'm the glass you break to touch but you never want me much Like the view across the water from the shoes and two feet smaller I know it doesn't pay to be this hurt Falling off the morning getting worse |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Splinter (2006)
her innocence above me
today is dead she's around my head between my history between my headphones this is her home forever her home but i can't be her brother to empower her to become her trawl through this forgiveness my memory's so empathy low this attitude beneath her it's evident it denies us proves herself to be closer but not me forever not me this sickness avoids all cure imperfection my downfall learn myself through symptoms my memory's so empathy low |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Splinter (2006)
we're always too always in doubt
works on me she's nowhere she mainlines helps me out now i can speak was heard not seen wasted nothings free was black was bruised fucked up twenty two i'm amazed you eat you sleep you function at all 'cos my aims so weak i'd fail to get into my arm was made the first to laugh tried but the tribute short changed kidness flowers and silence was made the first to laugh charmed but the weather broke me sober i've never been colder seen braver seemed braver since then but never been no favours no saviours no sense it's not in me so nothing's free ghostdrunk out of reach so action this cared less never missed and you preach you teach did i 'learn you' nothing at all i'm too dumb to see but you stooped for someone this small you'll always be closing me down denied me remind me i'm sold out just skin and teeth left black and bruised fucked up nothing new was heard not seen wasted so nothing's free |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Splinter (2006)
Half life wastes before it goes It's funny how your bee sting touch never leaves me whole It's not enough to stay here almost trying You keep your last laugh watch this dying It's just half time vertigo And if you want an answer I don't know If you had completed me Don't think I'd be pleased with you Don't think I'd compete with you With half of me to take Half life nothing I'd call home It's lucky how these phantom limb bee stings never show It's not enough to leave this falling kindly You burn my star down twice as brightly It's just your half light undertow But if you need forgiveness I don't know Half light breaks with nothing wrong Just a corner of my bed where you don't belong It's kind of you to notice no one's dying You choked your last laugh almost crying It's just your half life long to know And if you need a reason so it goes |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Splinter (2006)
Strike you down give me everything you've got
Strike me down I'll be everything I'm not Count the questions on one hand you don't ask me what I planned Strike me down should have asked me what went wrong Strike me down should have stayed away too long Strike me down give it everything you've got Chance me now I'll be everything I'm not Hope's the child of what luck brings Points the faith in higher things Ask me now fire at everything at once Strike me down take it any way you want Strike me down better left it all unknown Shout me down should have left it all alone Wash the questions off my hands I'm the fate in no one's plans Strike me down give it everything you've got Strike me down I'll be everything I'm not |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Splinter (2006)
It takes too much to please me
Attached but no real feeling High fives and corporate anthems Nothing comes to mind Kitemarked for true low standards Where more wants all and no less Just change with no real progress Nothing comes to mind I want higher But nothing comes to mind Give me a low five I can't help myself I'm a low five downsize no one else Do you love yourself? Altered states and egos Potential less than zero Found God in San Diego Nothing comes to mind I half expect to find myself In full control of nothing else Lost hope but learnt to hopeless Nothing comes to mind I want higher But nothing comes to mind |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Splinter (2006)
I see you couldn't catch your breath
Believe me it's all that it must be You see I never said my piece If only you left it that easy Fractured we have been since sometime sixteen Failure was on me but your ideals bore me Does it take the fireworks to make you look in wonder? Would you give reaction to the cause I'm under? So colored by you but your monkey messed it up Uncovered by you your monkey's longwhile had enough You're like scissors in my coat You're like splinters in my cup I know you couldn't care me less Keep hoping it's all only token You know I never had my say If only you'd keep it that open Loser may have been but it's lost on me Splintered I will be when your peace breaks cheap Does it take the fireworks to make you look in wonder? Would you give reaction to the cause I'm under? Three color blind you but your monkey messed it up Surrendered by you your monkey's longwhile had enough You're like scissors in my coat You're like splinters in my cup |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Splinter (2006)
i aim to bug you on your vacancy
never complicate but you talk it cheap you sense but you don't know too lame to catch a cold slowly the signs will read you dumb surely the times will feel you numb i know the pains you took to show me and i'm nothing but your superbug for asking i hate to bug you on your certainty never compromise - you're just always weak you care but you don't show too proud to catch the flow under all the truth and facts there's faith enough if you can't live on love alone it isn't love slowly the signs will read you dumb surely the times will feel you numb i know the depths you sunk to show me i want the life the world still owes me and i'm nothing but your superbug for asking answer - stamp me out and i'd love to break your fall but no-ones asking me answer - stamp me out slowly the signs will read you dumb surely the times will feel you numb i know the pains you took to show me you said it hurts your head to know me and i'm nothing but your superbug for asking answer - stamp me out |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Splinter (2006)
different ways of counting fingers running through your hair
ten to twenty lifelines if you doubt how this compares there's fear enough to share a fear of loathing so easy how you bare the trace of me without you there so fall like the snow too much too slow so fragile to say hanging over everyday a breeze with contempt to shame the others a story's so thin to cater all your lovers count me out your standards shadow trade in competence ten to twenty answers shouting down on confidence too easy not to share too vain for secret there's fear enough in there a taste of need in someones cure |
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from The Angels Sing (2005)
Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet, Laid out low, nothing to go Nowhere a way to meet I've got a head full of drought, Down here, so faroff losing out Round here, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace Calm me down, bring it round Too way high off your street I can see like nothing else In me you're better than I wannabe Don't think 'cos I understand, I care, don't think 'cos I'm talking we're friends, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace Talk me down, safe and sound Too strung up to sleep Wear me out, scream and shout Swear my time's never cheap I fake my life like I've lived Too much, I take whatever you're given Not enough, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace |
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from Queer As Folk Season Vol.3 (퀴어 애즈 포크 시즌 3) [ost] (2005)
Got answers for everyone, endless excuses
Not habit for anyone, 'cause I'm trying to break your click-track heart Seen a vision of perfect grace, airbrushed and lifeless All contempt and aftertaste, it's like I'm waiting for the scars to heal You're so loretta young silks, fashioning your self escape You're so loretta young silks, trading on your super waif All style before content, using me as bait You're so loretta young silks, swapping your love for hate Soft focus for full appeal, pictured as flawless No context for self esteem, I'd be pushed to give your love on that As far as the eye can see: too much perfection Pure substance for wannabes, keeps you beating to a click-track heart You're so loretta young silks, fashioning your self escape You're so loretta young silks, trading on your super waif All style before content, using me as bait You're so loretta young silks, swapping your love for hate You're so loretta young silks, swapping your love for hate (You're so Loretta young silks,) swapping your love for hate (You're so Loretta young silks,) swapping your love for hate |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Bloodsport (2002)
Don’t look now, we’re branded, we’re the black sheep
Sewn apart and Siamese - The black sheep When the water seems too deep The shadows always wait beneath But laughing loud we brave the role of black sheep If you see me you’ll be crossing the street Or kick me and then leave me to bleed If looks could kill wouldn’t need all the pills but I take what it needs to be easy With the black sheep now With the black sheep now Don’t look now we’re stranded here as black sheep Swallowed whole and out of reach, the black sheep Unsafe enough for now We’re shepherded from higher ground But drowned all out we saved the role of black sheep If you see me you’ll be crossing the street Or kick me and then leave me to bleed If looks could kill wouldn’t need all the pills but I take what it needs to be easy With the black sheep now With the black sheep now If you see me you’ll be crossing the street Or kick me and then leave me to bleed If looks could kill wouldn’t need all the pills but I take what it needs to be easy If you see me you’ll be crossing the street (if you see me you’ll be crossing the street) Or kick me and then leave me to bleed (or kick me and then leave me to bleed) If looks could kill wouldn’t need all the pills but I take what it needs to be easy with the black sheep now With the black sheep now With the black sheep now With the black sheep now With the black sheep now |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Bloodsport (2002)
I want to be a kid again
Come down having Sunday best See me staying home bunking school Knowing wrong from right just rules I wish I'd never seen your face Better done wonder phase I need an echo, not your praise Straying from the god you nailed My mother, my mother, my mother never told My mother, my mother, my mother never told me Love is just a bloodsport Love is just a bloodsport 'Cause love is just a bloodsport Love is just a bloodsport Sex and love is not a game A game is something you can win Maybe something kind of fun 'Cause love is just a bloodsport, son My mother, my mother, my mother never told My mother, my mother, my mother never told me Never told me Never told me 'Cause love is just a bloodsport Love is just a bloodsport 'Cause love is just a bloodsport Love is just a bloodsport 'Cause love is just a bloodsport Love is just a bloodsport 'Cause love is just a bloodsport Love is just a bloodsport |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Bloodsport (2002)
Get on the gospel train for my lord has come too soon
So, you had me going too; any day I've the taste just laughed On a week of solar wings, getting off on electro-flesh All the boys and all the girls, making out; we're taking turns The sound was going down, I could see how Jesus wept Get on the gospel train for my lord has come to soon Watching movies, true blue movies Get on the gospel train for my lord has come to soon Watching movies, true blue movies Exposure on a TV screen, Technicolor rainbow kiss Bruises on his solar plexus, baby-faced the biting lips All the boys and all the girls, cutting noise with instant thrills Insects on incest friends, heaven dressed the Judas film Get on the gospel train for my lord has come too soon Watching movies, true blue movies Get on the gospel train for my lord has come too soon Watching movies, true blue movies So, whatever happened to love talk and polite remarks? Mind willing and her body weak, she's a star in a galaxy of real go fast I'm the boy on all the girls Taking off their Bible belts, storm girls on self destruct And I can see how Jesus felt Get on the gospel train for my lord has come too soon Watching movies, true blue movies Get on the gospel train for my lord has come too soon Watching movies, true blue movies Get on the gospel train for my lord has come too soon Watching movies, true blue movies Get on the gospel train for my lord has come too soon Get on the gospel train for my lord has come too soon Get on the gospel train for my lord has come too soon Watching movies, true blue movies |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Bloodsport (2002)
So did the sympathy for me start to fade?
When your conscience is down A fix paranoia scars when I need all So did you ever see the north get so grey? Swallows me up, hollows the language in my last lungs So which fucking ape is on you today? That's what my head wakes up and says when I crumble I'm the aim To suffocate and blame You gave less Than you tried to possess All the greed Is nothing that I need If you can't face the grazes I can't face the grazes I cannot contain this I can't fake the traces I can't face the grazes So the fever that I got stole my name It opened me up, twisted my bones Now I'm nothing I knew the second time that I saw your face The city lit up was bleeding its gifts Now I'm sinking Just another lonely box beneath her bed A mark on her back, a bruise in her head Had she fallen, had she fallen That is what she wished she had said Two traces of time were riding the spine Was it worth it? I'm the aim To suffocate and blame You gave less Than you tried to possess All the greed Is nothing that I need If you can't face the grazes I can't face the grazes I cannot contain this I can't fake the traces I can't face the grazes I can't face the grazes I can't face the grazes I can't face the grazes... |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Bloodsport (2002)
Ok, you had sedatives and cold champagne
They say 'that must be the price of fame' It's not a joke if you can choke on the thought of it You're not my friend to defend if you're loving it So Kurt I heard that you squeezed somebody's hand It doesn't hurt if you think about your fans Kiro TV They've got their visions again like it's oxygen Kiro TV They've got their visions again like it's oxygen Kiro TV They've got their visions again like it's oxygen Kiro TV They've got their visions again want your heroes dead So high, if you think of the fans So high, if you think of the fans Ok, they got your file down at the CIA. They say you're worse than Manson for the USA It's not grief if you can see through the source of it It's only true if you're bruised by the force of it So Kurt I heard that you opened up your eyes They call it work but it don't make it civilised Kiro TV They've got their visions again like it's oxygen Kiro TV They've got their visions again want your heroes dead Ok, time takes your cigarette They say it puts it in your mouth then you'll forget No longer "live 105" can you hear me The life expectancy of any popularity So Kurt I heard that the side-show bet your life It doesn't hurt but the worst go nevermind Kiro TV They've got their visions again like it's oxygen Kiro TV They've got their visions again like it's oxygen Kiro TV They've got their visions again like it's oxygen Kiro TV They've got their visions again want your heroes dead Kiro TV Kiro TV Kiro TV They've got their visions again like it's oxygen Kiro TV They've got their visions again want your heroes dead So high, if you think of the fans So high, if you think of the fans |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Bloodsport (2002)
Got answers for everyone, endless excuses
Not habit for anyone, 'cause I'm trying to break your click-track heart Seen a vision of perfect grace, airbrushed and lifeless All contempt and aftertaste, it's like I'm waiting for the scars to heal You're so loretta young silks, fashioning your self escape You're so loretta young silks, trading on your super waif All style before content, using me as bait You're so loretta young silks, swapping your love for hate Soft focus for full appeal, pictured as flawless No context for self esteem, I'd be pushed to give your love on that As far as the eye can see: too much perfection Pure substance for wannabes, keeps you beating to a click-track heart You're so loretta young silks, fashioning your self escape You're so loretta young silks, trading on your super waif All style before content, using me as bait You're so loretta young silks, swapping your love for hate You're so loretta young silks, swapping your love for hate (You're so Loretta young silks,) swapping your love for hate (You're so Loretta young silks,) swapping your love for hate |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Bloodsport (2002)
M'aidez, throw aways, some things here have got to stay A string of pearls, the strangest girl is happy when the western world Painless Chinese burns, ties me down with daisy chains Diamonds on her tongue and pleasure cuts and teasing
M'aidez this is my m'aidez, open charms are lost on velvet M'aidez this my m'aidez, m'aidez Dead songs, half way home, still life lived on mobile phones But the girl had wings and precious things under sheets with tangled limbs Wide awake at dawn the sun won't choose to shine on Silence says it all And reaching up and blessing M'aidez this is my m'aidez, open charms are lost on velvet M'aidez this my m'aidez, m'aidez The higher we climb the smaller we seem, mad with possibility No design zig zag girl is happy with the western world Painless Chinese burns, ties me down with daisy chains Diamonds on her tongue and pleasure cuts and teasing M'aidez this is my m'aidez, open charms are lost on velvet M'aidez this my m'aidez, m'aidez ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By IAN PICKERING, CHRIS CORNER, LIAM COVERDALE-HOWE <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Bloodsport (2002)
i’m playing games with your sex, with your ’lectric shocks
learn to let myself loose and be the dummy in your snapshots i’m playing games learn to get on with your backward fans stick my body in the sun and help to get rid of the white tan And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me i’m playing games, marking names with the blackest thoughts if you’re building me up to be the target for your cheap shots i’m playing games keep a blind eye on the main chance strip my body of its skin and try to cancel out the white trash And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me i’m playing games if your aim is for the quick fix cos I know what you wanted and i know how you got it i’m playing games if you play i’m in the fast lane learn to jump into the road and learn to save a little lost face And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Bloodsport (2002)
(Small town witch come to mess me up yeah)
See black, see bloom Died on an impulse over you Caught like a corpse Crawling round a dream and loving you And she hangs on youth Crushing any feet to fit the shoes Stepping it out with a size 12 mouth And cursing you Small town witch come to mess me up Small town witch come to mess me up Small town witch come to mess me up again She whored and she graced Bitching with the bottle, saving face Blowing it out as the jury's doubt is laid to waste See black, see bloom Choked up on a heartburn, bleeding through How does it feel when the ones that feed are biting you Small town witch come to mess me up Small town witch come to mess me up Small town witch come to mess me up again |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Bloodsport (2002)
Drinking enough to knife to death the dumb down
Drinking yourself to death am I in touch now You ask me how to cure your headache, use a gun If you think you're doing something special, it's been done So just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life Don't leave out the sure to itch in your opinion The louder they come, the thicker they are so dream on If you think you got style in your limo to a club You may feel like a kick but the coma looks more fun So just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life Drinking enough to knife to death the dumb down Drinking myself to death am I in touch now? You ask me how to cure your headache, use a gun If you think you're doing something special, its been done So just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder Think harder Think harder Think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life Think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life Think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life Think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life |
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from 카이스트 (KAIST) [ost] (1999)
Summertime An' the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high oh, yo' daddy's
rich An' yo' ma is good lookin' so hush, little baby don't you cry One of these mornin' you goin' to rise up singin' then you'll spread yo'wings an' you'll take the sky But till that mornin' there's a nothin' can harm you With daddy an' Mammy standin' by |
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Hey ho - who is this,
no one but me my dear, Please come, say how do, The things I'll give to you, A stroke as gentle as a feather, Hey ho - I am here, am I not young and fair, Please come, say how do, The things I'll show to you, Would you have a wondrous sight, the midday sun at midnight, Fair maid, white and red, comb you smooth and stroke your hair. |
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from The Saint (세인트) by Graeme Revell [ost] (1997)
Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet, Laid out low, nothing to go Nowhere a way to meet I've got a head full of drought, Down here, so faroff losing out Round here, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace Calm me down, bring it round Too way high off your street I can see like nothing else In me you're better than I wannabe Don't think 'cos I understand, I care, don't think 'cos I'm talking we're friends, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace Talk me down, safe and sound Too strung up to sleep Wear me out, scream and shout Swear my time's never cheap I fake my life like I've lived Too much, I take whatever you're given Not enough, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace |
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from A Life Less Ordinary (이완 맥그리거의 인질) by David Arnold [ost] (1997)
No ordinary sin
This perfect working order I'd rather sink than swim If I can't walk on water You let this scandal in This perfect world disorder I'd rather drown than swim I can't walk on water This taste of dilution Velvet divorce I get bored (velvet divorce) I get bored (velvet divorce) I get bored (velvet divorce) I'd sooner sell it cheap Than tread this limbo culture It takes a gun to clear This stone that we've been under You still take me wrong I don't need understanding Let the damage sing I'm asking, I'm demanding This taste of dilution Velvet divorce I get bored (velvet divorce) I get bored (velvet divorce) (velvet divorce) I get bored (velvet divorce) I'm losing all my days To nights of blurred salvation I'm following your days It's true I hate creation This taste of dilution Velvet divorce I get bored (velvet divorce) I get bored (velvet divorce) I get bored (velvet divorce) I get bored (velvet divorce) (Velvet divorce) (Velvet divorce) (Velvet divorce) (Velvet divorce) |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X (1996)
Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet, Laid out low, nothing to go Nowhere a way to meet I've got a head full of drought, Down here, so faroff losing out Round here, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace Calm me down, bring it round Too way high off your street I can see like nothing else In me you're better than I wannabe Don't think 'cos I understand, I care, don't think 'cos I'm talking we're friends, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace Talk me down, safe and sound Too strung up to sleep Wear me out, scream and shout Swear my time's never cheap I fake my life like I've lived Too much, I take whatever you're given Not enough, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X (1996)
Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet, Laid out low, nothing to go Nowhere a way to meet I've got a head full of drought, Down here, so faroff losing out Round here, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace Calm me down, bring it round Too way high off your street I can see like nothing else In me you're better than I wannabe Don't think 'cos I understand, I care, don't think 'cos I'm talking we're friends, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace Talk me down, safe and sound Too strung up to sleep Wear me out, scream and shout Swear my time's never cheap I fake my life like I've lived Too much, I take whatever you're given Not enough, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X (1996)
You can keep breathing, I only fall when you are near me
Incomplete, I only talk when you can hear me, Keep dreaming can't wake up until I'm sleeping, Lost on me, Close to something I'll never be Close to something I'll never be If I just stay here, close my eyes can you still see me ? Obsolete, very nearly something to see Still see me, I can't wake up for sleeping Incomplete, very nearly something to be Very nearly something to be You can keep trying, drown in sleep to be flying See for Miles, something that I wanted to be I can't wake this dream, prototype ends up has been Incomplete, the consequence of something to be |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X (1996)
Hey ho - who is this,
no one but me my dear, Please come, say how do, The things I'll give to you, A stroke as gentle as a feather, Hey ho - I am here, am I not young and fair, Please come, say how do, The things I'll show to you, Would you have a wondrous sight, the midday sun at midnight, Fair maid, white and red, comb you smooth and stroke your hair. |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X (1996)
You walked all over, in your blunderstones
In your own road movie, with your one armed man Gonna make it to the problem page Trouble-shoot your life Gonna make it to the problem page Need some time and space Just to find yourself I hope you find yourself In a low place like home Low place like home You talked it over from your bedroom throne Making sense of nothing, like your one armed man, Read your future in the magazine, search your stars for clues Read your future in the magazine, tells you what to lose Just to find yourself I hope you find yourself In a low place like home Low place like home You fall all over, in your small town heels Catching hold of nothing, like your one armed man, Treat your life like a tragedy, self-inflict abuse Treat your life like a tragedy, precious else to choose Crucify yourself, I hope you find yourself In a low place like home Low place like home |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X (1996)
She looks ahead, she paints her toe nails red,
She's wet and wild, a typical 90's child, She makes every move they make, She takes everything they take, She must be a Thelma or Louise, She must be a post-modern sleaze Unscrew the wine, she'll throw a party line, Stories extreme, she's such a drama queen, Cries through the night, she choked on Marlboro lites, Pure charm and grace, she hates her pretty face, She makes every move they make, She takes everything they take, She must be a Thelma or Louise, She must be a post-modern sleaze Straw spun from gold, she craves a tortured soul, All doom and gloom, she plays an open wound, She takes every scene they steal, She takes every pain they feel, She must be a Thelma or Louise, She must be a post-modern tease |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X (1996)
Roll on, these doors are open
Roll off, you can come next time, I'm in love with your confusion, on your knees When you're breathing through your elbows, Down on me, down on me Roll on roll off, Roll on roll off, Don't take that wrong Don't take that wrong Roll up, these doors are open, Load up, come next time Don't try to hurry me along, Just walk ahead a little gone Roll on roll off, Roll on roll off, Don't take that wrong Don't take that wrong Roll on, going down on me, Roll off, make it easy on me, You can't think you're someone special, On your knees, We're throwing punches underwater, Sink with me, sink with me, sink Roll on roll off, Roll on roll off, Something is sinking X5 |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X (1996)
I'm everyone - I feel used,
I'm everyone - I need you, I'm everyone - hang your label on me, I'm everyone - Paint it black and white and easy, I'm everyone - Sticks in me, I'm everyone - Sticks with me, I want perfection - I'm real need, I've seen attention - See through me, Call on me - Spin spin sugar Crawl on me - Spin spin sugar Stinks on me - Spin spin sugar Twists for me - Spin spin sugar I've seen attention - See through me, I want perfection - I'm real need, I'm everyone - Sticks in me, I'm everyone - Sticks with me, Call on me - Spin spin sugar Crawl on me - Spin spin sugar Stinks on me - Spin spin sugar Twists for me - Spin spin sugar |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X (1996)
Phone me and I'll hang up
Sick and tired of being bubble gum chewed up Dark lane, bleak house shrinking rose, You're over and out Tie a cherry bootstring, put your candy teeth in Choking on a sweetheart, hang up, hang up, hang up Go on girls - solo, Go on girls - take a chance, Go on girls - trust it, Go on girls - the truth is ... Cut your hair wear a chip on your shoulder Get ahead, get laid, get it over Cheap show, back seat martyr's pose, you're over and out I'm checking out of my senses, buying best defences Putting on the trousers, hang up, hang up, hang up Go on girls - solo, Go on girls - take a chance, Go on girls - trust it, Go on girls - the truth is ... So so ... Single ... So low ... The truth is ... You want the day to fit to a soundtrack Get a story get a life and get back You've got nothing to shout about You're over and out I'm checking out of my senses, Buying best defences Fired up on free-will, hang up, hang up, hang up Go on girls - solo, Go on girls - take a chance, Go on girls - trust it, Go on girls - the truth is ... So so ... Single ... So low ... The truth is ... So so ... Single ... So low ... The truth is ... |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X (1996)
Sacrifice my vanity, kick off my heels
A careless weight on your hetred, Understand it's so simple, a simple please To keep the faithful on a wounded knee, To the madness I do confess I never see myself as blessed Confused, unaddressed, Like a saviour I do caress, The truth is boredom more or less Unused, obsessed, my time is only given to you, Too much to choose, it's not mine to contemplate If I can lose, with this blood on my shoes Compromise in full extreme, cut off my heels, Name a price on what's sacred Guaranteed I've got something, A royal disease, take a flood to clean these streets To the madness I do confess, forever see myself as blessed Immune, obsessed, like a saviour I do caress The truth is boredom, it's excess Take more, give less, My time is only given up to you Too much to choose, it's not mine to contemplate if I can lose With this blood on my shoes. |
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from Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X (1996)
Your heart is served cold,
Your sights are set in perfect stone, And when you go you go alone, And when you stand you're on your own, I wash the streets from your skin when you come home, I wash the streets from your skin when you come home. We're nothing like friends, You have no time to lend, And if you're guilt then I'm the shame, And if I'm hurt then you're the blame, You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again, You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again. Random laid plans, 40 days of one night stands, And when you go you go alone, You walk the cross you made your own, I wash the streets from your skin when you come home, I wash the streets from your skin when you come home. |
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