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from Heavy Stereo - Deja Voodoo (1999)
Somedays don't know about you
I just need to lose my shoes And dream of a better day Believe that I'm on my way Some nights I come home late We just been to clear some space I don't know what I'm coming through I just know that I'm here with you So here's to a happy landing Wherever we're falling to May we always remember These stars This sky And this Cartoon Moon This Cartoon Moon This Cartoon Moon Shine on me Cartoon Moon shine on you Yeh yeh yeh woo woo woo... yeh yeh yeh Cartoon Moon shine on me Cartoon Moon shine on you |
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from Heavy Stereo - Deja Voodoo (1999)
Are you warming up, can you feel a buzz?
Did your dreams feel creamy? Or weird and steamy. I’ve been cold as ice, but you make it right, And I need you near me I’m feeling feely... Like a Chinese burn You tattoo my muse And I need your groove Yeah baby. So let’s shine our minds On the same sweet light Cos there’s no more time to fake it. So shake it. There isn’t anywhere I wanna be, Isn’t anyway I wanna feel You gimmie hee bee gee bee’s So can I get my free bee Oh! |
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from Heavy Stereo - Deja Voodoo (1999)
Please, hear me now
Do you see what you've done to me? I, I wear a crown A crown of thoughts keeps stinging me with memories And I can't let go I want you so bad Loving you, there'll always be A piece of you, in part of me In where I go, in what I see In what I do, in how I feel Sleep, sleep me now Channel three keeps me company I, I act around I play the clown, in front of my enemies And I can't let go I want you so bad Loving you, there'll always be A piece of you, in part of me In where I go, in what I see In what I do, in how I feel la la la |
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from Heavy Stereo - Deja Voodoo (1999)
Can't you see what you're doin'?
With your Deja VooDoo your foolin' Some say tomorrow is today lookin' back on itself Then does it follow the days after and after as well Well, well thought we understood It's just no good Thought we understood It's just no good Can't you see how I'm feelin'? With your miles of smiles and double meanings So maybe I'm fragile when you see me on Saturday night I can't let my guard drop if there's anything I can do right Right, I thought we understood, it's just no good Thought we understood, it's just no good Didn't think we would, yeh it feels so good Didn't think we could, yeh it feels so good There's no sense in breaking down There's no sense in making up There's no sense in running 'round You could do what you want But just make it say all.... all right now Can't you see what we've done? With your Deja VooDoo it's too much fun Some say tomorrow is today looking back on itself Then does it follow the days after and after as well? Thought we understood, it's just no good Thought we understood, it's just no good Thought we understood, it's just no good Thought we understood, it's just no good Didn't think we would, it feels so good Didn't think we could, it feels so good |
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from Heavy Stereo - Deja Voodoo (1999)
Living in a house with your mates and a mouse
That runs around the kitchen. To living in a flat with your girl and a cat. Her pictures fixtures and fittings. Blocked any feelings that I’d found In the rain old town … London There I’d go man burning slow man, Missing more than hitting. Sinking low in a caffeine glow And daytime television. Any fear I’d hide behind Like a mouse in a hole All tunnel vision. Singing… Is this my life? Then it’s killing me somewhere It’s killing me somewhere Yeah? Like one big dream that worked out real. It came right at me wailing. It ram down my street. Scraping its teeth along my mental railings. Saying waking up time Waking up time. Remember this thing so well “This is the here and all you’ve got now” So ready or not, go get your something. Singing… |
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from Heavy Stereo - Deja Voodoo (1999)
It’s not your imagination
You’ve got no room to breathe It’s not your imagination You’ve got no where to be It’s all turning into nothing You’re hurting everywhere Takes all your concentration Just tearing out your hair. Tell your ma Get your dad I’m turning on (& on) Don’t you know what’s going down? Been overloading all year round, Round, round. It’s not my imagination I’m skinning up to sleep And it’s not enough Why’s it so rough All these strange conversations We still ain’t “Let It Be” Tell your ma Get your dad I’m turning on & on & on & on & on & on & on & off |
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