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from Mark Owen - In Your Own Time (2006)
She makes me sleep outside on the pavement,
Spends my money, The lights are on but nobody's home, Now aint that funny, She likes to tell me when she's met some other A-Z, She's my sun, yeah the one, and then some, She says I talk for hours about nothing, And then about nothing, I bought a two-week break in the sun, She says you aint coming, And after all I count the seconds till she blinks again, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, Head in the clouds, she eats me whole, A face in the crowd, my oversoul, And I'm spinning out, I lose control, And I don't care, She says give up boy you're going nowhere, So don't even go there, Just turn the television on, And get the housework done, I'm only half the man I am when she's not pulling me, She's someone, yeah my sun, and then some, Turns her back on me when I'm naked, Don't like looking, Says I'm the worst thing she's ever done, And so is my cooking, And in the end I watch her think until she speaks again, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, Head in the clouds, she eats me whole, A face in the crowd, my oversoul, And I'm spinning out, I lose control, And I don't care, And I don't care, Poison in the coffee that she made for me, Bullets from her brand new gun, a gift from me, Head in the clouds, she eats me whole, A face in the crowd, my oversoul, And I'm spinning out, I lose control, And I don't care, Head in the clouds, she eats me whole, A face in the crowd, my oversoul And I'm spinning out, I lose control, And I don't care, And I don't care |
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from Mark Owen - In Your Own Time (2006)
If you were the woman,
Crawling over my skin My eyes are wide open, Is it any wonder It's just evolution Waiting on the corner Waiting for the number 9 to come, come Always feeling the crush I'm looking for Feels like a rush of blood And you're Feeding me something, I'm on the ceiling Feeling, feeling, Yeah, yeah, yeah If you are my karma Bit of sweet and sour Feel you put me under Boyfriend in a coma Bliss in your pollution Itching for an answer Waiting for my sweet divine to come, come Always feeling the crush I'm looking for Feels like a rush of blood And you're Feeding me something, I'm on the ceiling Feeling, feeling, Yeah, yeah, yeah Feeling the crush I'm looking for Feels like a rush of blood And you're Feeding me something I'm on the ceiling Feeling, feeling, Yeah Yeah Yeah |
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