a toxic end, My body takes the poison, My mind prescribes the dose, My personal lie wasn't even close My days turn into cars, In a psychic traffic jam
There's A Void That I Can't Fill An Empty Space I Cant Replace With Anything At All The Lights Are All Burnt Out And Smoke Will Drive The Swimmers Down
Don't cry Just let it pass you by I'll be by your side Each and everyday Let go You gotta lose control Teach you how to roll Never be the same oooh
Pretty if the sun won't shine I'll be coming out to meet you I'll be there to make you mine You're pretty if the rain will pour I'll be knocking
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We've waited hours in the dark and cold Why don't you call, has he done a runner You said you've been here once before But I've got my doubts, have you
Ready or not there you came to take it all When the running caught me high When the running caught me high Who would believe years from now I called
I never knew you But now I'm haunted by your past, How long will this last? I thought you loved me, You say you love me, Life's just a shadow that you
As time goes by you break the spell and tell everyone but I cant describe this feeling inside its bringin me down we talk all night and into the day
So come on down and let it out Walk me through the corridors of fear It's not a dream without a doubt You try so hard to shut the feelings the out
You Get Me Down, But I Like That On The Ground, But I Like That Do You Like Awake, Thinking Of Me? Do You Like Dreaming? You Make That Sound And I
Suzy was a glad-rag-clad clown run-around Never even told me her name But I found it in a half-burnt pin-up Polaroid Smiling through the wall at her
You enter your room it's a lonely world laid out on the floor And you're rolling away through fractured life deep into the walls Cos if it can't work
It's people scattered on the floor, Cool war kids are running out of time, It's such a shame to see, It's such a shame to feel the way, The sun comes
Fools rushing out and in Like a pool cue through fingers split And merge the traffic Separate indulgence from the addicts Couldn't help themselves Couldn
blood. The way it feels when it congeals, Like someone sucked you dry and pumped you full of rocks and mud. Close your eyes. No traffic, in or out. Tired eyes No traffic
and i don?t go for traffic jams in clubs the whole crowd has vakuum-pilled their empty bones with their cold hands we get stuck in traffic jams no need
