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one more murder in this town,
don't mean a thing just lock your doors and drive around. one more murder in this town, don't worry the rain will wash the chalk marks from the ground saturday night, shots ring out, add one to the body count. you come alive to see another's end. plead it to a lesser count, D.A. says without a doubt, in 3-5 you're on the streets again. one more murder in this town. don't mean a thing . you get accustomed to the sound. one more murder in this town. block off the street and . wrap the crime scene tape around. hosanna! hosanna! I can't feel a thing at all! hosanna! hosanna! I can't feel a ting! I can't feel a thing at all! saturday night you're going out parking lot, a figure come about feel a piece click against your head. pleading to his sympathy, "take the car, I got a family" you hear a laugh, "It don't mean shit to me." one more murder in this town |
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You come walking like someboby's lover
You come talking like somebody's friend You wouldn't be here if I was unwilling We both want the same thing Pull We both want the same thing Brother, sister Anoint me, absolve me Take me with you Below hell You won't be here if I were unwilling We both know what I bring Pull We both want the same thing Around, surround You subjugate me Feel your pull Effortlessly Fuck me up I'm begging you please We both want the same thing Pull We both want the same thing |
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Your pain makes you beautiful, you love to lose control,
And mediocrity's rewarded so set your standards low. In an imploding star, or a burned out car, I implore you. In a carbon-arc or a dim lit park, I implore you. Suck me in, I'm willing, I get off when you go on Let me be your fate. Pour it on, pour it on. In a country fair or union square, I implore you In a shrouded face or a spray of mace, I implore you. I implore you. Cryptic? Elemental. You transcend when you succumb. One last shred of frailty left, Embedded in our bones. In an imploding star, or a burned out car, I implore you In a carbon-arc or a dim lit park, I implore you So do it again, do it again, do it again. This is what it means Particle. So do it again, do it again, do it again. This is what it means Particle. |
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Subject : At The Stars [How Does Your Garden Grow?(1998)] Better Than Ezra
