...Wait For It...
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I could write my entire life in fragments of someone else's dreams.And I look The other way As they are kissing Their hellos I'm pretending Not to see them There's a story Of an actor Who had died While he was drinking It was no one I had heard of Now let your mind do the walking And let my body do the talking Let me show you the world in my eyes I stop and I stare too much Afraid that I care too much And I hardly dare to touch For fear that the spell may be broken I'm waiting for the night to fall When everything is bearable And there in the still All that you feel is tranquillity We dig around fanatics, tall and fallen manics and the planets breaking down with god the only mechanic around, faking firm ground, fucking up the program so now I�m working on my devious master plan. It�s all about these crazy comic relievers you know Wooster and Jeeves and modern prophets you never believe, we get them all on a boat leave out all the rules, the white pigeons, and sail the ship of fools. The deeper you stick it in your vein The deeper the thoughts, there's no more pain I'm in heaven, I'm a god I'm everywhere, I feel so hot It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive If you don't have it you're on the other side I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie) Free me, leave me Watch me as I'm going down Free me, see me Look at me, I'm falling and I'm falling... I'm just a person on my own I want to come over To hell with the consequence You told me you loved me That's all I believe I want to come over It's a need I can't explain To see you again How can you turn Denying the fire Lover I burn Let me in I know you're confused I know that you're shaken You think we'll be lost Once we begin I know you're weak I know that you want me Lover don't speak Let me in So I walk up on high And I step to the edge To see my world below. And I laugh at myself As the tears roll down. All the words that I've been reading Have now started the act of bleeding Into one. ...hi, it's me again. I'm still half-buried in the flow of lyric, but I blame winamp. *amused* 'Cos of course I didn't download them, then add them to the playlist. Really. I have no idea what you're waiting for.
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