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[13 Nov 2008|10:51pm] |
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One day at a time I wake up, to a world that we all make up, I carry on without a doubt just wondering how to get out.
In a memory I’m dwelling as around me panic’s swelling, inside I scream outside I shout, just wondering how to get out.
Come on babies, come one and come all, you’re distressed at your best and you’re having a ball, Sweetly babies, you’ve kissed my feet, and I’m taken by the temptress that you’d all like to meet.
Cheer up baby, you break my heart, You’re oppressed by the mess and you’re the whole in the parts, Gently, baby, you’ve caught my eye, and I promise with the honest but I’m part of the lie.
Baby’s got me wrapped around her finger and I cannot explain the feelings that don’t linger and my disposition is a problem I keep quiet while I internally feel like I’m part of riot, oh,
Step down baby, onto your feet Side step take a wide step and be part of the beat, Calm down baby, there is no rush I have enough time saved up for both of us.
Someday’s never going to make it, today’s ablaze and I can’t take it, What’s the phrase I’m thinking of, Don’t pretend you’re not in love.
Creep up baby, asleep in bed, gone away for the day with some smog in your head, Cheer up, baby, your dreams are sweet, in the morning you’ll be fleeing all the snakes at my feet.
Wake up, baby, I’ll be your friend, I’m a bitch on the outside but I only pretend, Get up, baby, today’s the day That we die, I won’t lie, I’d have it no other way.
I’ve got a precious gift I fear, a secret in my ear, that you might like to hear.
I’m not a present to the presence or vital to the essence that haunts me here.
I’m the question, I’m alive, I’m the querent in my eyes, You’re the answer, nearly dead, you’re just a voice inside my head.
She has it the chronic height, the maker’s touch, She has it the sonic sight, but it’s too much.
You have it the grand divine, the god of fire, I have it, the ailment fine, the strange desire.
Cheer up baby, your dreams are sweet…
Don’t lie baby, you’re onto me…
Speak up baby, your screams are sweet…
Wake up baby, to what I see…
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