So bad when you went away Nothing I could do or say And now we are a lonely two Sit at home and watch the tube I've been hurt before, Sorrow knocking
Go for credit in the straight world Look a dealer in the eye Go for credit in the real world Won't you try? I got some credit in the straight world I
Re-arranging the atoms in my hairdo Gets me thinking 'bout good times I had with you Back in the Sixties when love was free Never need to worry bout my
And when I see you Constantly changing Never the same as Never remaining I cannot fix you in a position Where I would lose you out of my vision For you
I don't need you to love me I don't need you to care Take your body from by me Be yourself over there Though you think you adore me Secretly you just
It's nice to hear you're having a good time But it still hurts 'cos you used to be mine This doesn't mean that I possessed you You're haunting me because
Voices over cast doubt in my mind See what I'm hearing, Don't leave me behind I don't doubt that you will be mine Life is so much better When you're toeing
to be The Young Untold How can I hope to be Someone for you to see? Blind as the Fate decrees I will go on Teaching myself to be The Young Untold
The man amplifier Has everything but desire Is a robot when he should Never tires, ever good And we're singing Parallel sympathy with you Skin to metal
Yesterday we were always laughing Always good for a laugh in passing Stepping outside of the rules for asking Misery passes and so does crying Just look
Be polite Tonight Just for one time Be polite Tonight You know a smile when you see one Just for once Tonight You say it's better if we don't write
Think of salad days They were folly and fun They were good, they were young
Staring at the mirror On the steamy bathroom wall Eating a noddemix As the people are running The high rise starts to fall While she neatly wipes her
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Eaten out of house and home Choci Loni starts a roam Putting on a bandolier Hearing through a nudie ear Choci Loni roams Choci Loni roams Eaten out
If you think the world is A machine with one cog And that cog is you Or the things that you do Then you are not in this world The world is not you If
Parrish is dancing, his feet are a bIur Comes to a standstill, I ask him a question He doesn't hear Wurlitzer jukebox Fingers are pointed in my direction
