TAKEN FROM 10 YEARS E.P.
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fiogf49gjkf0d It's too late, you sweet barbituate
you got me going again
I freeze inside this motorcycle ride
it's the way I walk through this boring pillow talk.
I need you now - more than my cigarettes.
Now I've got something to say.
If I surrendered to the outsider
would you take me away from those big pink spiders?
All I wanted to do was to sing like Elvis for you.
Walking slow - singing low - I gotta go
'cos I've lost everything
Faster Connection? Click here
and through my veins I feel the aeroplanes
and through my eyes the searchlight beams collide
yet my brain - ah now it's wearing thin
floats in your sea and we go round and round again
I need you now - I really need you now
I've still got this to say -
If I've surrendered to the outsider
will you take me away from those big pink spiders?
All I wanted to do was to sing like Elvis for you.
Walking slow - singing low - I gotta go
'cos I've lost everything
grab the ground before you fall - taste the pleasure of it all
and you'll find some way of telling me that the sky is not so yellow.
All I wanted to do was to sing like Elvis for you.
Walking slow - singing low - I gotta go
'cos I've lost everything
and You.
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