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from Candlebox - Lucy (1995)
ll I know I see it, what for?
All I know you see it, what for? Lies to, love to, feel it all What I've dropped to, and I Never see what I want Never see what I need Know it's for To die for, to die for, To die for, to die for (Butterfly...) A simple change for me to (fly us home) In your life you'll feel it all (Butterfly...) Simple change for me to Anything free from heaven Simple change for me to Softer than softer All I Well I fall, and I fall Every like I need Upon me place it all Everything is simple to, simple for me What I need Some things matter, Some things they feel Set it for, to kill for, I set it for to kill for, Kill for you (Butterfly...) Simple change for me to (fly us home...) In your life you'll feel it all (Butterfly...) Simple change for me to Anything you're free from Simple change for me to Softer than softer than anything My butterfly, anything, my butterfly Softer than anything My butterfly, softer than, and anything All I Every life is taken, what for? And every life is taken, what for? You lie to, you love to, feel it all What I've dropped to, and I Never see what I want Never see what I need to kill for Butterfly A simple change for me to (fly us home...) In your life now you feel it all (Butterfly...) A simple change for me to Everything Now you're free from Simple change for me to Softer than softer than anything You love to lie to You love You lie to You love to You lie to You love to You love to You love to You lie to me |
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from John Lennon - Working Class Hero [tribute] (1995)
There you stand
With your L.A. tan And your New York walk And your New York talk Your mother left you when you were small But you're gonna wish you wasn't born at all Steel and Glass Steel and Glass Your phone don't ring No one answers your call How does it feel to be off the wall Your mouthpiece squawks as he spreads Your lies But you can't pull strings if your hands Are tied Your teeth are clean but your mind Is capped You leave your smell like and alley cat Steel and Glass Steel and Glass There you stand with your toilet scent And your Mickey duck and your Donald fuck Your Daddy left when you were small But you're gonna wish you wasn't born at all Steel and Glass Steel and Glass Steel and Glass |
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