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A New Decade The radio plays the sounds we made And everything seems to feel just right Coming through your lonely mind Well I've seen things That scarred
A beautiful mind or a beautiful body I know which one I'm gonna end upon You say you will but you never promised thoughts A smile and a hand mix like
There you were on the floor cut up And all alone I'll help you Conceived in a chrome dream I was a crease In the shirt that this world wears Till I met
There you were on the floor Cut up and all alone I'll help you Conceived in a chrome dream I was a crease in the shirt that this world wears Till I met
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life Try to make ends meet You're a slave to money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been
You could flap you wings a thousand miles away Butterfly A laughing salesman sings His world so far away Butterfly Butterfly (repeat) You could take
6 O'Clock I'm wasted She is in my bones [This] city's all gone dead on me, again May as well find my way home No one really knows me No one ever said
I must be feeling low I talked to god in a phonebox on my way home I told you my answer I left you my dreams on your answering machine Come on Let
As though you were born And so you thought The future's ours To keep and hold A child within Has healing ways It sees me through My darkest days I'
Does anybody know where we really gonna go I was wondering if it`s god damned beautiful you know the thing we cannot trade, forever wrong (repeat) solitude
This darkness cooled my light We move to different sides I poured the guilt right over my eyes As I rose to greet the sky I've never felt this before
Baby why you wasting time crying, like its the only thing to do baby don't you worry you're still crying your instincts is all you've got in you baby
This is a tale of a Northern Soul Looking to find his way back home He's coming from that same old road You know the one your folds don't know I want
Drink the water to ease my pain Nights like these I only read about Nights like these I only dreamt about As we turned As we rolled I felt something
Your face so pale Hasn't see the light for days But on the hill You had no place to say "The skies are all mine And I'm proud to be here But when my
I wander lonely streets Behind where the old Thames does flow And in every face I meet Reminds me of what I have run from In every man, in every hand
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