Eyes wide mine, suddenly everything
Flies by fine, mind goes on
I seen a girl
With a guy
With hair like yours
From what
Bomb your country
Oh shed no tears
TV dinner overfed your fears
So
he's a WHAT? he's a WHAT?
he's a newspaper man
and he
Congratulations on the mess you made of things;
On trying to
All your dreams are over now
And all your wings have
Put your hands up,
here comes the badman.
Give up your booty,
Out on the freeway
I saw you wasted
Nobody wants you to
The lazy way they turned your head
Into a rest stop
I was a lover, before this war
held up in a
Beg the bee's forgiveness as it's falling from your sleeve
watch
Oh but the longing is terrible.
A wanton heart under
hope everything is alright hope everything is alright
what's that floating
Today, Today
I was on the train today
And I was looking
I'm not looking for a mommy
Don't seem like you need
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