Don't speak with words, they won't keep me warm,I have
Take me, dance for me.Think I'll put you with my
Howling boy,And he is coming out,Howling boy,And he is coming.Boy,
In my next life I won't,Listen to anyone,Who says that
I opened up my eyes to a,Sunshine yellow.I lifted up
It would take a better man than you,To win this
Screaming, screaming, screaming.Is these something you want,Is these something y
See you coming with your sister,See her skin her hands
Oh stupid me whenIt just slipped from my handO you
Nothing to do on a Sunday.But watch the cars go
I don't want to, go only like this,And I don't
I spendHalf my lifeSleepingAnd I spendhalf my timeDreamingThat lifeIsn't what
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