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A Thought's An Idea...

Oh, oh, oh - Is there anybody home?
Who will believe me, won't deceive me, who'll try to teach me?
Ah, ah, ah - Is there anybody home?
Who wants to have me, just to love me?
Stuck in the middle.
 
did i say that i loathe you
did i say that i want to
leave it all behind


i can't take my mind off of you
i can't take my mind off of you
i can't take my mind off of you
i can't take my mind off of you
i can't take my mind off of you
i can't take my mind
my mind, my mind
'til i find somebody new

 
Then the rain let up and the sun came up,
And we were gettin' dry,
Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by.
 
Vial of hope and a vial of pain
In the light they both look the same
Pull them out on the end of the rope
With every boy and girl singing

Neon Bible
Neon Bible
Not much chance for survival
If the Neon Bible is right
 
We starve-look
At one another
Short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation
Of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes

B) :heart:
 
I time every journey to bump into you, accidentally
I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate
All the girls I hate
All the words I hate
All the clothes I hate
How I'll never be anything I hate...
 
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there's a city, draped in net
fisherman net
and in the half light, in the half light
it looks like every tower
is covered in webs
moving and glistening and rocking
it's babies in rhythm
as the spider of time is climbing
over the ruins :heart:
 
you give me the sweetest taboo
that's why i'm in love with you
you give me, you're giving me the sweetest taboo
 
they say in heaven love comes first...uh make heaven a place on earth
 
recalling a piercing voice in old dreams
and ghostly images of black trains
now seeing every page is turned away
i wanted to own your portrait
wanted to have it

you and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so
you and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so…
 
Oh, how I love you in the evenings
When we are sleeping
We are sleeping. Oh, we are sleeping

:heart:
 
the birds and bees they hum along
like treasures they twinkle in the sun
get on board and have some fun
take what you need to turn you on
 
I'm writing the words to this song with a poison pen,
I'm turing straw into gold and then back again.
 

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