I'm lazy
You're crazy, girl
Stay by my side
I'm scared you'll
Meet someone
I'm rolling out of the ferris wheel
No one looks and
There's a cry that is heard in the city
Froom
Oh come all you children
Don't grab that scabby hand
It belongs
Baby I dream between the blade and the tongue
Of the
I can't read and I can't write down
I don't know
Think about the good things
Think about thte bad things
Think about
Don't look back
Whatever it takes to save your life
I've believed
Wish I were a sailor
Crossing an azure sea
Under leaden skies
Under
Some days he feels so empty
Just a talking head
Married to
Tin machine
Tin machine
Take me anywhere
somewhere without alcohol
Or goon
Skin dance back-a-the condo
Skin heads getting to school
Beating on Blacks
Ain't got room for charity
Me, I'm crawling with no cash
Me,
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
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