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You were writhing on the floor Like a moth in molasses Whoever taught you To move your body like that? Goose pimples just vanished Like some out of date
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The wrong side to be, I feel empty, Try to call me on the phone, call me on tonight, Tell me that she'll never let me go, She worries all the time, I'
Hey you, living for tomorrow You sold your dreams for a pocket of change Hey you, smokin' up your sorrow Just pointing fingers at someone to blame Hey
I stand accused of loving you despite the crime I must forgive to protect my broken heart I see the vultures like dark angels as they swoop But only God
All that you need, all that you want I wanna be the one that's giving you more All that you need, all that you want I wanna be the one that's giving you
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I was a teen flat-liner on the joy screen Dead in the water of life as we knew You offered me drink I wanted more than a sip But I couldn't let go of
Everybody used to do the twist The mashed potato and it moves like this The funky chicken, monkey too Wasn't nothing they would not do But there's a new
Your love, it's got the Holy Ghost A-shakin' in my bones I never felt such a feelin' In all the days I been round, yeah Whenever I feel the pressure
Lately, I've been trying to figure out your mind And why you keep dissin' me Poor little me And why you have a change of heart and turn it all around
We beg to borrow, we beg to steal We beg forgiveness, we beg to feel We beg for love, I guess we beg for hate We beg for everything and pray it's not
You were the dream that survived Lost in the darkness of eternity You were the hope kept alive Embraced by tomorrows that we all could never quite see
Something has been sleeping in me, weeping in me, creeping in me Something has been crying in me, sighing in me, dying in me In the righting of this
There's only seconds of your life That really count for anything All the rest is killing time Waiting for a train Come the revelation brother I was sitting
Welcome on board to those of you in transit en route from the horror For most of you it's morning but we're really in the middle of the night, Chasing
The smoky mist it hovered over the distant echoes of your voice flow through my soul The wind blows silent like a mystery standing on a mountain top