I can feel you breathing and you're sticking to my
thought of you tonight, in simple twists and turns
Incarcerated here,
Well, you checked me in, Yea, yeah
So you could
I can feel your fingers
Feel your fingers in my head
Going
It's a beautiful day, but I don't see it that
John Coltrane's got a great big train
Colour of the juice
In your weakest moments. It all comes back to you
Judas, Judas
I thought you were my friend
Judas, Judas
C C Rider, come take a look at what you've
Take the knife on up the hill, lover
And kiss the
Time-toffee molten on the mantle
Freeze frame sound hangs in the
Hey little girl, wanna go for a ride?
There's room in
Ex-consumer
Drowned my computer
Caught the fucker talking back to me
Cut to
(Wow, great)
Well this is taking everything
Everything that I can stand
And
Yesterdays child is not in control
Not down with the
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