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Nothing ever goes right
Nothing really flows in my life
No one really cares if no one ever shares my care
People push by with fear in their eyes in my life
Love is dead, love is dead
The telephone rings, but no one ever thinks to speak to me
The traffic speeds by, but no one's ever stopped too late
Intelligent friends don't care in the end, believe me
Love is dead, love is dead
And plastic people with imaginary smiles
Exchanging secrets at the back of their minds
Plastic people
Plastic people
Nothing ever goes right
Nothing really flows in my life
No one really cares if this horror's inside my head
People push by with fear in their eyes in my life
Love is dead, love is dead
Love is dead, love is dead
Love is dead, love is dead
And all the lies that you've given us
And all the things things that you said
And all the lies that you've given us...
Blow like wind in my head
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Wipe the winter from your pillow
Take the cups from the machine
Vapor trails in the clear blue sky
Spell your name in Japanese
One lazy morning when life is a breeze
One lazy morning am I gonna find Jesus in me?
Does he watch me when I'm sleeping
Like a psycho on the leads?
Does he hear what I am thinking?
Does he care what I believe?
One lazy morning when life is a breeze
One lazy morning am I gonna find Jesus in me?
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I tidy your wayward hair
I buy clothes you never wear
I try to kiss all your tears away
I freeze you in polaroids
And capture your dark brown voice
I'm with you cause cause there's no choice in the end
I am the dust
You are the rain
I am the needle
And you are the vein
And this is a moment that words can't explain
I am the dust
And your love's like a overdose
With your hands wrapped around my throat
Using sex like an antidote to the pain
I am the dust
You are the rain
I am the needle
And you are the vein
And this is a moment that words can't explain
I am the dust
I am the dust
And you are the rain
And I am the needle
And you are the vein
And this is a moment that words can't explain
I am the dust
You're the rain
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The killer inside stares back from the mirror
Lust in his eyes, waiting for exchange
Intimacy, I want you to be part of me
Intimacy, I want you to be part of me
Sex is the card the animals are playing
Let's take it too far and eat the pain away
Intimacy, I want you to be part of me
Intimacy, I want you to be part of me
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Called you on your private number
Left a message on your mobile phone
Even tried the operator
When I call, no one's home
Trying just so hard to reach you
Try to keep this thing alive
You are the woman I need to speak to
Didn't you know there's a monster inside
If you're gonna carry on then deep inside
I'll give my heart to the winter
If you leave I'll take this blade to carve your name into my ugliness
So I went and sat in the Crystal Palace
By the plastic dinosaurs
In my pocket was a piece of paper
And the writing look like yours
Starting picking thru' our conversations
Kicking thru' the rotten leaves
Never realize the implication
Didn't you know there's a monster in me
If you're gonna carry on then deep inside
I'll give my heart to the winter
If you leave I'll take this blade to carve your name into my ugliness
Summer's gone and there's no sun what have I done
I lost my love to the winter
Now my heart is cold and dark what have I done I've given our love away
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There's anger in their skin
It's just a style for them
They move with murder in their vein
A cardboard filled indoors
They pass the daylight off
And kiss their innocence away
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
It's on the wind
Their lies are analysed
By intellectual types
Who know the depth of their disease
And love is just a game
To pass the hours away
To spend endeavours on your knees
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
It's on the wind
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
It's on the wind
It's on the wind
It's on the wind
It's on the wind
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And when your clothes are on the ground
and your hair is falling down
Will you surrender to it now?
Because yes only we exist in our symphony
of flesh in our universe of bliss
In the infinite kiss, the infinite kiss
As it subjugates you now, as it pins you
to the ground like a tethered animal
As it drags you by the hips and it forces
you to this, it is hell but in is bliss
It's the infinite kiss, the infinite kiss
As you move like a machine and the child within
you screams 'when was heaven so obscene?'
It's our playground of exess, it is poetry made
flesh, it's our sumphony of bliss
The infinite kiss, the infinite kiss
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My love she hides a cruel disease
It's the bullet in her mind, it's the plan
between her knees
It's the colour of the night, it's the
number of the beast
My love she dreams of Tel Aviv
She's got nails in her hands and nails
in her feet
She's not from the Holy Land but she
think she used to be
Tell me when was hell so beautiful?
Tell me with your words that disagree
Tell me with your reason carved like granite
Tell me so that I can be free
My love she's like a cruel disease
She's the bullet in my mind
She's got a plan between her knees
She's the colour of the night
She stirs the beast in me
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Baby thought she really needed that sofa
Baby thought she really wanted that dress
Baby thought she really had to have two cars
Baby thought she really had to say yes
But the more she possessed,
The more she'd slide into debt
And the more she possessed
The less she owned of herself
Baby thought she really needed that hairstyle
Baby thought she really had to say yes
Baby really needed acres of carpets
Thought she'd be happy if she had larger breasts
Everybody said you can't live without them
Everybody said you have to say yes
So Baby spent her everything on this lifestyle
But it's a lifestyle that doesn't exist
And the more she possessed
The more she'd slide into debt
And the more she possessed
The less she owned of herself
Yes, the more we possess
The more we are in debt
And the more we possess
The less we own of ourselves
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Strangers just the other day
Walked right up and asked your name
Vodka in the afternoon
Drunk so much we left our food
Ebony now here we go, moving fast and moving slow
And my liver is in your hands, make me a bad man
Wandered down to Lisson Grove
It was somewhere I used to go
We saw faces in the trees
The traffic whispered 'Ebony'
Ebony now here we go, moving fast and moving slow
And my liver is in your hands, make me a bad man
I'll take you where the pigeons fly
And I'll tell you pretty lies
When nothing really makes much sense all you need
Is confidence
Ebony now here we go, moving fast and moving slow
And my liver is in your hands, make me a bad man
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Now my body is sand
And the wind blows through me
Like the soil on your hand
I am compost and leaves
And my life has gone, darling
And now I am free
And my life has gone, darling
Like words made of sand
Like the shivering trees
And my life was a flower
And love was the leaves
But nobody saw
Any beauty in me
And my life has gone, darling
And now I am free
And my life has gone, darling
Like words made of sand
Like the shivering trees
When your life was gone, darling
And when you were free
When your life was gone, darling
Your words made of sand
So be nothing with me
Words made of sand
Just words made of sand
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