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I don't know if you believe In everything you see I mean When the moon is full of blood And the stars are full of tears I'll be near In the passion I'
Mirror boy, rhyme with dada convention Psychoanalysis didn't mean anything Pvc costumes, letters to castro Show me what you're reading, freaky girl with
halleluyah (Halleluyah) Soup or No Soup Sing your own halleluyah (Halleluyah) Soup or No Soup Sing your own (Halleluyah) I hear my girlfriend Is my girlfriend and earthling
is my city Jamaica's my country Africa's my history It ain't no mistery How I came to be Earthling-free Sitting in ilford watching tv Where's uhura On an adventure Did she touch your sexual centre? Cursing Never seen an earthling
Well now you're always in my mind (thats the power) And now you're always in my soul (in the depths of the ocean lie) And how you always undo what you
panties stretched taut hot on the crotch Upon a look inside One can observe its functions Quite beautiful, actually Unfortunately, it's human - the earthling
bit afraid Sometimes Earthlings on fire CHORUS With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground Sure I get a little bit afraid Sometimes Earthlings
She's insisting that I'm her sister She's insisting that I fix her up If not with money or drugs then with anything I got Not because she wants it, just
Do you feel pleasure as the moon comes down After splending night on the miracle town Driving to the left side moving to the dark Meeting all your friends
Sometimes you can be better off Just being lost Being blown around in circles With the rest of the human dust Sometimes you can be better off Just being
They found new ways like Twenty first century slaves They put the chains Inside our brains They found new ways like Twenty first century slaves
It's gonna take a thousand years to decorate these scars It kills not knowing where you are You feel it the same way as I do We're scared aren't we
Twelve PM outside it's all closed Even all the freaks are locked up at the home The bulbs just blown above my head I'm flicking through the book that
Mirror boy, rhyme with dada convention Psychoanalysis didn't mean anything PVC costumes, letters to Castro Show me what you're reading, freaky girl with
(I want you to know this) (I want you to know) (I want you to know this) (I want you to know) (I want you to know this) (I want you to know) I want you
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Bastard child before they started We were never meant to smoke the antarctic I was pneumonic our vomit's we recycled It scars my teeth as it flows
