I get home late but I can't sleep No message on my machine The red light eyes me knowingly And from the note left on my door I know that I shouldn't call
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It's only fiction that causes all the sparks. They come between us and blow the world apart. It's only tension that I can't diffuse. You really made you
They may throw stones against the glass But there's no need to worry One day they'll want our help and ask We'll turn and say we're sorry If all the
Like a russian doll It's so hard to tell What goes on inside Behind your painted shells Underneath a sky of prussian blue Just call me I will rush to
Therapy sessions since the age of seven - a familiar dysfunction. Only 21 going on 11, when his loving arms became a truncheon. Well she can act cute
My idiot twin Like a second skin I just can't shake him He's my stupid Siamese A terminal disease Forgive me please My idiot twin He's part of me But
The lights come on, I track her moves: locking the door, crossing the room. She's on the phone again, and when she laughs I feel my blood rushing - I
I never really got the plot from the first rushes to the closing shots. Since when were you the budding actress? It's in your small talk and it's on your
Love me, love me say you do, let me fly away with you. For my love is like the wind. Wild is the wind, wild is the wind. Give me more than one caress
In a skyscraper, in a skyscraper's where I want to live With no elevator at the top of the stairs where nobody else is I don't want any trouble in my
You dial your lucky number when you're feeling uptight, when you're bored on a Sunday, and every Friday night. You dial your lucky number, cos life is
Kamikaze seagull planes, fighting over chip shop takeaway remains. When you're walking on the cliffs, you can't help wondering how far down the
The Underdogs keep running after shining motorbikes, trying to keep up while they look back and laugh, oh we're so tired of dragging our hearts.
Sugar high, then she drops me, from the sky, but it never stops me. From the very first taste it began, I only want to make her understand, hold her as
Milk of Amnesia, you make it easier So raise a glass in the air and drown out all your cares Lips round the bottle neck Soon you gonna forget each and
If you were an angel, I would cut off your wings. To keep you with me, I would do anything. Like broken bottles, that slip from druken hands, I've watched
In the evening rush, she takes her seat by the window. And when she lights up, nobody speaks, they just adjust their clothes. She sits on the train