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Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door.
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn I see the factr'y that I worked silhouetted in the back. The memories are gray but, man, they're really coming back. I don't need to be the king of the world As long as I'm the hero of this little girl. Heaven isn't too far away. Closer to it every day. No matter what your friends might say. How I love the way you move and the sparkle in your eyes. There's a color deep inside them like a blue suburban sky. When I come home late at night and you're in bed asleep. I wrap my arms around you so I can feel you breath. I don't need to a superman As long as you will always be my biggest fan. Heaven isn't too far away. Closer to it every day. No matter what your friends might say. We'll find our way. Yeah. Now the lights are going out, along the boulevard. Memories come rushing back and it makes it pretty hard. I've got nowhere left to go, no one really cares. I don't know what to do but I'm never giving up on you. Heaven isn't too far away. Closer to it every day. No matter what your friends might say. |
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Blood on the sand
Blood on the hands of a handful of madman What a way to see the world Through the smeared window of a TV-Screen Technicolor assassinations assassinations that make me scared and afraid Afraid of the streets that breed malice and hatred Those with their heads bowed to the darkness Those who can't see for the glave of the light Those without strength Who can't raise hands yet alone guns Become prisoners of conscience Though not your conscience You cheer and rejoice as life trickles away Through the outlets you give in the shape of a gun Our world is slipping quickly away ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARK/FOXX <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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Wake up with the fear of God
Inside me each morning As I open my eyes To this world without warning So easy to fall down So easy to be crushed As you fight to stand at all In this never ending rush There's no one here who's close enough To share this sorrow with Have few answers for myself Yet alone enough to give Watch all my faults before me Like reflections in a glass They linger on around And doesn't ever seem to pass So easy to fall down So easy to be crushed As you fight to stand at all In this never ending rush My world's an open prison Where I walk to and fro Viewed with tunnel vision 'Cause there's no place i can go So easy to fall down So easy to be crushed As you fight to stand at all In this never ending rush |
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Lone figure walks beside a restless shore
How much more? How much more? The world doesn't have to tell me what I need I know how to fail and how to succeed Tide always turns quicker When you're least prepared Always scared |
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I am the sharpened sword
The cast stond The words that linger too long in the air The rumbling silence over the length of a room The lie that lay between two lovers The hopelessness in their struggling The price to high to pay A dark and obscured voyeur Combing through your secret The stranger to the child Loneliness in solitude Sand in the drinkers mouth Shadows over sunlight And all the time you are with me Uncertainly Certainly of falling Scars of souls Scars of skin Stars too far away to see Wave on wave over the swimmers head And all the time you are with me |
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I've been sitting here all day
Trying to understand Why people want to rule each other When the problem's close at hand A little less of what you want And more of what you've got Is enough to keep you struggling Without hatching other plots But justify yourself! Don't satisfy yourself! You should be out there voting Say the power mongers gloating The left-wing rich Trying to shed their guilt Go knocking down dreams Before they're even built Don't tell me how to live my life Don't tell me what to do Repression is always brought about By people with politics and attitudes like you ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By APPLETON, DOMINIC / LASCHETTI, ANDREA / CLARK, ANNE CHARLOTTE / MUNDY, GARY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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I live off nothing in this world
Except the thick grey air that chains itself Swirls all around and ingrains itself Stifles my last hope into sullen despair I don't associate myself With all of the people I can do without Those who never leave me in any doubt That their selfish narrow lives are all they care about I enjoy the silence in my life I don't thrive on the chaos that those contact can bring So many empty gestures That don't mean anything It's so hard and so cold The texture of this world That nothing in this place is soft enough to hold And nothing like tenderness can ever be unfurled I don't want anything in this world Except a thick gray air That will keep my heart hoping And keep my eyes wide open Just in case there's something there I don't want anything in this world Except a thick gray air That will keep my heart hoping And keep my eyes wide open Just in case there's something there Just in case there's something there |
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Bursting in a thousand places
Like a bottle of champagne Burst all over me Burst all over me Foaming like a wild horse Your breath will beat on me Pulling me tighter with your reins My eyes will burn on you Burn on you My heart will beat so loudly Like a drumming through your brain Then when you think I've finished I shall beat on you again My flesh will hit on you Like waves against a rock Like being dragged under water We will fight against the shock I will hold you in my arms As the night turns into day And when I squeeze you tighter You won't pull away Like a flash of flame I will lick you with my tongue Wetness shall cool the fire And no bells shall be rung We shall tire eventually After we've fulfilled our needs Until love becomes the hunger once more And we start once again our feed Bursting in a thousand places Like a bottle of champagne Burst all over me |
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Look at our young faces
They're growing older with each moment Harder and less beautiful With every word we say Stumbling over bridges And through the backstreets Waiting for something But we don't know what It could be a promise It could be passion Eternal life Or instant death Wading through rubbish And dodging choc-a-block cars Through the door and up the stairs We'll find some moments of happiness Between sheets we've known so often The warmest place in this hostile town Afterwards, through dust and comfort filled eyes We can look upwards And almost stare at the stars |
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