{Three O one a.m.} Oh I really love it here Oh you've thought of it all Candlelight, coconut ice and fur on the floor I really love the way you wear
Oh I really love it here! Oh you've thought of it all! Candlelight! coconut ice! and fur on the floor! And I reeely love the way you wear your hair And
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: Oh I really love it here! Oh you've thought of it all! Candlelight! coconut ice! and fur on the floor! And I reeely love the way you wear your hair
Is there a cure for this pain Maybe I should have something to eat But food wont take this emptiness away I'm hungry for you my love Well, I made it
inside The kiss that will burn me Cure me of dreaming I was always returning And my ashes find a way beyond the fog And return to save
now displaced they're easily more safe The worst of it now I can't remember your face Return, return, return, return For a while, with the vertigo cured
A wound - not sore - beyond cure remains Still and silent - painless days Paltriness - Indifference Life does remain quite lukewarm Ecstasies all burn
Was it in the cold of that knife you screwed In the heart of the enduring? 'Cause when you opened that door You knew, well now there'd be no returning
of madness and insanity There was no other cure for my disease The overdose, I took it ?cause I had to flee It was nearly a journey that had no return
that one Who will rise and return from sleep? Give me strength to run Become one with the remedy No regrets, no compromise Story will be told Won't reject the cure
To bring the living to death What's to stop these ghouls of gore From eating all our birth Beyond science stands the answer To which there is no cure
I deliver By one a slave of flesh In vain wasting their breath They guide me through the lake They summon his return The beauty and the beast The beauty
an illusion We see the world hunger not enough to eat We close our eyes walking through the lonely streets Strange disease there's nothing there's no cure
I never thought I would return To be consumed by you again Think you're cured, you'd see it come The folly of a monster love like you Grey is good, the
Look under Look under From the hot bed of creation In dream state The cure, bulletin, zeitung Was in no pill Look under The cure was in no pill The
