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Monday finds you like a bomb
That's been left ticking there too long You're bleeding Some days there's nothing left to learn From the point of no return You're leaving Hey Hey I saved the world today Everybody's happy now The bad thing's gone away And everybody's happy now The good thing's here to stay Please let it stay There's a million mouths to feed and I've got everything I need I'm breathing And there's a hurting thing inside But I've got everything to hide I'm grieving Hey Hey I saved the world today Everybody's happy now The bad thing's gone away And everybody's happy now The good thing's here to stay Please let it stay Let it stay Let it stay Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo the good thing |
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| 2. |
| 3:59 |
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Take me to the desert
Where there's got to be A whole heap of nothing For you and me Take me to the desert Take me to the sand Show me the colour of your right hand. Love is a temple Love is a shrine Buy some love at the five and dime A little bit of love From the counter store Get it on credit if you need some more. I'll be the figure of your disgrace A criss cross pattern upon your face A woman's just too tired to think About the dirty old dishes in the kitchen sink. I wish I was invisible So I could climb through the telephone When it hurts my ear And it hurts my brain And it makes me feel too much Too much too much too much. Don't cut me down When I'm talking to you 'Cause I'm much too tall To feel that small. Love is a temple Love is a shrine Love is pure And love is blind Love is a religious sign I'm gonna leave this love behind. Love is hot and love is cold I've been bought and I've been sold Love is rock and love is roll I just want someone to hold. |
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| 3. |
| 5:39 |
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No-one on earth could feel like this.
I'm thrown and overblown with bliss. There must be an angel Playing with my heart. I walk into an empty room And suddenly my heart goes "boom"! It's an orchestra of angels And they're playing with my heart. (Must be talking to an angel) No-one on earth could feel like this. I'm thrown and overblown with bliss. There must be an angel Playing with my heart. And when I think that I'm alone It seems there's more of us at home. It's a multitude of angels And they're playing with my heart. Chorus repeats. I must be hallucinating Watching angels celebrating. Could this be reactivating All my senses dislocating? This must be a strange deception By celestial intervention. Leavin' me the recollection Of your heavenly connection. |
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