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Thrill Me Up A Bit
03:46
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Corporate functions, contact!
See me standing: thrill me up a bit.
See me standing: thrill me up a bit.
See me standing,…
Corporate functions, contact!
See me standing: thrill me up a bit.
See me standing: thrill me up a bit.
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Ooo, I like it!
What you’ll do to me when I’ll set you free.
Ooo, I like it!
What I’ll do to you if you want me to.
Ooo, I like it!
It’ll never change, though we'll rearrange.
Ooo, I like it!
Things we overlook to rewrite the book.
Ooo, I like it!
You are just too cool makin’ up them rules.
Ooo, I like it!
Yet I’m finding out what the clout's about:
You cry at night (at least that’s what you write),
But then again you can’t tell what it is wrong or what is right.
In a mess so well organized, on the surface, for the eyes,…
Wandering around this house, walking up, inside and out.
You hide from your sons, they’re often on the run.
Too many times I recognize the pattern in your mind.
My wish is your command that’s swallowing your life.
What does it take to be a man, a full-on tyrant in demand?
Ooo, I like it!
Ooo, I like it!
Ooo, I like it!
Ooo, I like it!
Ooo, but I like it!
Ooo, but I like it!
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3. |
Solutions Cause Problems
03:49
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I've been tryin' to recognize;
I've been hopin' to see the signs
On my own, on my own.
Of the amount of truth or lies
Of this endless suicide
Goin' on here on our home,
In my home with you.
I'd never wanna hear you say
It was right to do.
Just look at the results above:
I win, you lose.
No use in redefining words
Because of you.
You're ridin' over thin ice now,
So ride on through.
I've been havin' to socialize
Intermittently goin' by
To see all the friends that I know.
East and west and north and south,
Pushin' in and comin' out,
Runnin' away from the cold
Of my old story with you.
I wonder why you went away?
Skies got blue.
Just look at the results above:
I win, you lose.
No use in putting them aside:
It wouldn't be true.
You're ridin' over thin ice now,
So cry, cry, cry,...
Cry, cry, cry.
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I am caught in a swirl
With a multitude of girls
But due to much respect
I'll come back to you again
I am glad to decide
What has to be the prize
So that I can reject
Awful thoughts in my head
So I step into twilight
I step into twilight
Step into twilight
Into the twilight
But it's a bit too late
It's a bit too late
A bit too late
It's too late
I'll have another go
With mistakes made before
Into a dimension
That no one has been into yet
I yelled out to the world
Intentions and reasons
To go out on a limb
And catch up with love today
So I step into twilight
I step into twilight
Step into twilight
Into the twilight
But it's a bit too late
It's a bit too late
A bit too late
It's too late
It's just a little too late
It's just a little too late
It's just a little too late
It's just a little too late
It's just a little too late
It's just a little too late
It's just a little too late
It's just a little too late
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5. |
Out The Window
03:36
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Hasn't been amazed
Hasn't missed the phase
In her presence
Fleeing present dangers
Has to rearrange
A full array of crazy things
In his head
Looking out for blind alleys
He's got to let her out
He's got to let her out
Out the window
Using polite ways
In getting simultaneously
In her pants
And in someone else’s
Mistletoe aside
He didn’t kiss the bride
Of his dreams
Inking over diaries
He's got to let her fall
He's got to let her fall
Out the window
She's got to work it out
She's got to work it out
When the wind blows
He's got to let her fall
He's got to let her fall
How can I be sure of this
Since last night it rained on me
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Shredded Bodies
02:53
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You showed me shredded bodies
On the way to school.
You showed me shredded bodies:
It was way too soon.
You showed me shredded bodies
Taken from a book.
You showed me shredded bodies
From car accidents.
Why must you be so obscene?
It's insane!
Splashes of blood on the robe
Of a dame.
You showed me shredded bodies,
I didn't ask for this.
You showed me shredded bodies
On a garden strip.
You showed me shredded bodies,…
Only eight years old.
You showed me shredded bodies,…
Taking in the toll.
Why must you be so obscene?
No one cares!
Everyone smiles but I gasp
In despair.
Why must you be so obscene?
It's insane!
Splashes of blood on the robe
Of a dame.
Aah, aah,…
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Drags
04:36
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Baby is fallin’ down
Smashed her head on the ground
I am sorry but there’s nothing that
I’m really gonna do for her
Yelling at passers by
Shouting ‘bout Jesus Christ
She’s been wanderin’ in the tunnels
Just to see how well she would survive
Inches away from holes
Seeking shelter from the cold
Of a new day
Love it when her lip does curl
Under hits that make her swirl
People standing at the station
Lookin’ at her like she was a girl
Pickin’ up a paper bag
Excellent for smokin’ fags
Goin’ down into the cellar that
Is welcoming all sorts of drags
Tryin’ hard to play the fool
Wasted while she’s shootin’ pool
With macho men
Come on Jack!
Right on man!
Cheeky boy now!
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