You're so close to tellin' me you're leaving Packin' up your things and leavin' town If you can walk away the rest is easy Once you cut the strings that
My man love my first love My closeness and pain My lying my deceiving My rivers keep on crying My father my action man My hiding in the crowd My mother
I've watched you from a distance I've passed you on the street I'm obsessed with you I don't know what to do To make you pay attention And fall in love
Sooner or later, ready or not We find ourselves dissolved in soil The big sleep state, I don't worry When you got to go, you got to go But wouldn't it
My man love my first love My closetness and pain My lying my deceiving My rivers keep on crying My father my action man My hiding in the crowd My mother
From the wrinkles on my forehead To the mud upon my shoe Everything's a memory With strings that tie to you In my dream I'm often running To the place
You're so close to tellin' me you're leaving Packin' up your things and leavin' town If you can walk away, the rest is easy Once you cut the strings that
Forced exposure create what's expected Face neglection's price no one wants to pay Line in line, stereotypes perpetrated Similarity of negativity The
No friends, don't want them Just fans to serve your needs Make money, they adore you On subservience your ego's fed Gray matter under gray face You're
Come vedi sono qua: monta su, non ci avranno finche' questo cuore non crepera' di ruggine, di botte o di eta'. C'e' una notte tiepida e un vecchio
See-saw soldier with your playground war Don't care for reason what your fighting for Prey on the weaker but I see much more The weakness in you will
Come vedi sono qua: monta su, non ci avranno finche questo cuore non crepera di ruggine, di botte o di eta. C'e una notte tiepida e un vecchio blues da
[Lyrics Embury/Greenway - Music Harris, Mick] Forced exposure to create what is expected (To face) neglection is the price no-one wants to pay Line
[Written by Ronn Chick and Steve Benito] [Copyright 1986 Richard Cheese Music-ASCAP] When the light starts to dim in the evening When the day starts
No friends - don't want them Just fans to serve your needs Make money - they adore you On subservience your ego's fed Grey matter Under grey face You
Screaming, screaming, screaming. Is these something you want, Is these something you need, Come in through the back door, When everyone is asleep.
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