On a mission through the night
Sounds and actions, flashing lights
Don't
I like the taste
That's why I swallow the lies
Because everybody
Like a shot from the dark
In the silence of night
Down
I had a dream but I just can't remember it
When I first met you
I walked you to your car
You
Sugar high, then she drops me from the sky, but
Here comes the star of the show, but he’s got
Therapy sessions since the age of seven - a familiar
You dial the lucky number when you're feeling uptight, when
At eight o'clock she said goodbye
that's when I left her
Like a russian doll
It's so hard to tell
What goes on
In a skyscraper - in a skyscraper's where I want
She's got a telephone voice
That I haven't heard in quite
Kamikaze seagull planes fighting over chip-shop take-away remains; and when
When you let them in your home, you were naked
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