up is what he says. It's competition no end. A method to the madness. We've made some friends among us now. Tell me who wears the crown. Space Bound.
She wants it He doesn't want enough She dreams it He dreams in shades of blue She holds on He lets go of all they know He's living She's dying
that I'll lose my mind Looking out and only seeing space An empty, empty place Ah, sadness and tears, that's all you left me They're such bad, bad souvenirs
All around the room your things are placed And next to you he fills the space And so it seems your saving grace Is only saving face The pictures of the
the weather Ladahoo Being alone together No this can't go on forever There's so much work to do Cleaning up this place All those souvenirs Taking up closet space
by the lonely pay phone Let's go fishin' in the air conditioned dark Man, look at the bite on that great big bark Waste here, souvenir land Don't feed
-yucky] (x 3); ahhh?. [Bridge]. He sends his sticky care-a-mel [caramel] corn; to all his my-space freh-hends [friends]; your pearly whites, will surely make; a souvenir for theh-em [them]?; souvenir
her innocence And tightly cinched her fears But she saved a little room For souvenirs I still go to pieces But I don't go as often Placeless times in space
you well People love to watch you die Dig your dignity One guy said 'he's better dead Than how he used to be' They'll sell the souvenirs And
them Let's suspend some time together Let's reduce our gravity And remind ourselves of rainbows And make love convincingly Since we're parking in each other's spaces
't ask why, we'll take your ass into paradise Flipmode's the squad, don't rest, don't try Peace to my people in the friendly sky Peace to my outer space
not my own, make it home Come and take this heart and make it All Your own welcome home Take a seat, pull up a chair forgive me for the disrepair And the souvenirs
There's an empty space That was once filled with tenderness Blinded by the charms Of a strangers caress Sorrow is her only souvenir Memories nobody wants
homeboy, so throw your state up. [Slug] Came up the hard way and put my name up, Now why would anybody wanna hate slug? Straight up, your fake heart pump snake blood! Fuck you and the space
Culture souvenir shop Lying on the chopping block World wide space wide In a small house wife Motor bike, horse ride In the general market Imagination
What is it that holds you here to me? You must be moved by something that you see Strains of magic in the moonlight hours Render useless all your earthly powers Souvenirs
the wind changes Now I'm looking for dry land As all this crying subsides But I'm like Columbus in India I'm a little all over the shop Like those souvenirs
that hard We've been rehearsing for years I've beat down all of my fears It's harder than it appears When from the audience applause and cheers Pain and souvenirs
