Everybody said that you'd better watch out Man, she's gonna turn you in And me, you know that I thought that I looked out Now look at the trouble that
Don't these city lights light these streets to life All these crazy nights bring us together Any rainy day, you can dance your blues away Don't these
In Berlin, by the wall You were five foot, ten inches tall It was very nice Candlelight and Dubonnet on ice We were in small cafe You could hear the
You're the kind of person that I've been dreaming of You're the kind of person that I always wanted to love And when I first seen you walk right through
He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding Talking crippled on the cross Was His mind reeling and heaving, hallucinating Fleeing what a loss
Talk-talk, yak-yak Watch you pull that old one track Get it up and get it back Making it upon your back No space, no rent The money's gone, it's all
Well, the coal-black sea waits for me, me, me The coal-black sea waits forever The waves hit the shore, crying more, more, more But the coal-black sea
It's been a long time, since I've spoken to you Was it the right time? Your current troubles, and you know, they'll get much worse I hope you know how
Oh say, can you see By the dawn's early light? What so proudly we hailed At the twilight's last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars Through
Pedro lives out of Wilshire Hotel Looks out a window without glass Walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet The old man beats him 'cause he
Disco, disco mystic Disco, disco mystic Disco, disco mystic ... repeat
I was angry, I said things I shouldn't say But please don't turn your back Sometimes I get so upset But I take it all back Please don't go, I know I
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If I close my eyes I see your face And I'm not without you If I try hard and concentrate I can still hear you speak I picture myself in your room by the
The other night we went to see Sam's play Doin' the things that we want to It was very physical, it held you to the stage Doin' the things that he wants
(Verse) Candy says I've come to hate my body and all that it requires in this world Candy says I'd like to know completely what others so discreetly talk
They call you ecstasy Nothing ever sticks to you Not velcro Not scotch tape Not my arms Dipped in glue Not if I wrap myself in nylon A piece of duct