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Wired (1993)
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Oooh the feeling of a joyride coming on
I know how long I've waited now
Oooh the ceiling aint so far above my head
I want to hit it with my plough
We're revving we're revving we're turning on the power
We're burning we're burning we're coming like a flower
Oooh I'm dizzy and I'm flying above the circus though this kite aint left the
ground
I'm warming up
I'm cooling down
I hear it as her engines make their sound
We're revving we're revving we're turning on the power
We're burning we're burning we're coming like a flower
Hot cat on a tin roof
Hot cat on a tin roof
You know I mean that she's such a hot cat
And there's the tin roof if you need proof
Oooh I tremble as I touch her through my gloves
She knows she has me from now on
Oooh I tingle as she takes me up into the blue you know she ticks just like a
bomb
We're revving we're revving we're turning on the power
We're burning we're burning we're coming like a flower
Hot cat on a tin roof

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It's like a rushing fire I feel my skin perspire
There's only one thing left to do
I see the earth below me part I hear a gunshot at the start
I'm on a beeline straight for you
I wanna make it with you
I wanna make it I wanna make it with you
I've got some fruit here in my hand it's ripe and from the promised land
It should be eaten right away
You look so hungry by the door just take a chair and tell me more
Just eat your lunch and try to stay
I wanna make it with you
I wanna make it I wanna make it with you
And as the sun retires and plays tricks with the light
I'll give you my love
The bees inside your hive will start to come alive
and we'll make honey for the doves and we'll make honey for the doves
Can't think of nothing left to say
I feel my body start to sway strange things you're doing to my mind
I'm liking what I see now is you hearing me?
Put on your glasses are you blind?
I wanna make it with you

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Spare a thought for me while you are far away
I have them for you every minute of the day
You're never far from me your picture's in my mind
You'd still be there even if God should strike me blind
You're my kind of loving
You're my kind of loving
There is no meaning in life's pleasures without you
Can't be a substitute and women make me blue
My bed is empty like a shell the nut is gone
When you return will be the birth of having fun You're
my kind of loving
You're my kind of loving
And when I ask myself why is life so rough?
I wait for your touch
I can't get too much
You help me know myself and learning can be tough
I wait for your touch
I can't get too much of your
Kind of loving
You're my kind of loving You're my kind of loving
You're my kind of loving
No need to worry 1'11 be here when you return
The flame you lit's still bright and continues to burn
I kiss your picture in the stillness every night
Not sure of many things but this I know is right
You're my kind of loving
You're my kind of loving
You help me know myself and learning can be tough
I wait for your touch
I can't get too much of your
Kind of loving
You're my kind of loving
You're my kind of loving

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Look around at the world now that you're a big girl
I can see tears in your eyes Well I've been
there myself it's not good for your health
That's the main thing I surmise
Just when you think that heaven is there all of your friends say life isn't fair
Just when you think that
God's on your side all of a sudden the news
Hurts you inside and that's the taste of wasted tears
There are people who laugh there are people who cry
Everyday I am another one
But my heart it goes out to those people who doubt
Can they all be sinners everyone
Just when you think that heaven is there all of your friends say life isn't fair
Just when you think that God's on your side
All of a sudden the news hurts you inside and that's the taste of wasted tears
I love the falling rain but I hate my pounding brain
I love the passing year but I hate the taste of wasted tears
I hate the taste of wasted tears
Anybody can say the world gets better each day
Does it really can you show it me?
Cos the sky can look black as you look down the track
Can the train get past the falling leaves?
Just when you think that heaven is there all of your friends say life isn't fair
Just when you think that Gods on your side all of a sudden the news
Hurts you inside and that's the taste of wasted tears
I love the falling rain but I hate my pounding brain
I love the passing year but I hate the taste of wasted tears I hate the taste of
wasted tears

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He wakes up every morning comes back with love just for her in her bed
It's something that she likes and she told him so that's what she said alright
She responds with a purr and a wink just to let him know that it ain't wasted on
her
You know she appreciates it yes she sure appreciates
But when the sun is gone and the room is dark and cold
Then love can feel so old yeah
Just be on guard don't blacken your heart
That's the story of he and she That's the story of he and she
That's the story of he and she
That's the way love's supposed to be
And every day they do things for each other just to help life be a little easier
And it sure needs to be yes it sure enough needs to be
And every night they're glad that they got each other for another day
And why shouldn't it be that way
And why shouldn't it be that way
But if the rain is beating and the windows cry
Then love can wonder why
Just be on guard don't blacken your heart
Cos that's the story of he and she
That's the story of he and she
That's the story of he and she
That's the story of he and she
That's the
story of he and she

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Aint it strange how the moon only comes up once a night
Aint it strange how the moonlight has an edge on it that can bite
Aint it strange how an owl don't make a sound as he flies
Aint it strange
Aint it strange how time can stretch your perception of your life
Aint it strange how what you can do can cut people like a knife
Aint it strange
Aint it strange
Aint it strange
Aint it strange how you think you know the whole truth but all you know is a
grain is a grain
Aint it strange how the sun can come up and surprise you in the rain
Aint it strange
Aint it strange

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I seen boys get up and blowing it with the world in the palm of their hands
I seen beautiful girls losing their curls
I seen 'em stretched out 'n' getting a tan
I seen criminal types
I'll forgive 'em the hype dressed up in a tailored suit
I seen an angel with a pair o' wings running off with a bag o' loot
I said stop it's getting late
I said stop trying burying your hate
I seen a human face inside a coloured race gettin' up and starting to run
I seen a man get bored
I seen a bone get gnawed
I seen him playing with a loaded gun
I seen you laughing loud
I seen you crying wolf
I seen you steppin' on yo' fellowman
I seen you grabbing at everything you want with a pair of clawing hands
I said stop it's getting late I said stop try burying your hate
I said stop and learn to love I said stop ...
Look above at the crown of love try it on it fits you like a glove
There are jewels up there for you to take a pair
Nobody will miss them if you want to dare ...
I seen men acting like they're dumb
I seen women acting like they're scared
I seen 'em both together raising kids
I seen 'em both with time to spare
I seen 'em loving each other
I seen 'em fighting mad
I seen 'em working for a gallon of gas
I seen an uptight man in a monkey suit cracking skulls for a little brass

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Take it up take it down take it now from side to side
He's hung up he's hung down he's taking both you and me for a ride
Banks and lawyers are on my tail
They want to run me out of town on a rail because of Mr. Insignificant
Gave him cash I gave my life
I gave my house my land
I offered him my wife
He smooth walked he smooth talked
When I mentioned risk he didn't even baulk
He's never in when I give him a call
I know my world is getting due for a fall because of Mr. Insignificant
Hear me praying hear me praying what's he saying buy and sell
A simple guy who'd rather die than live a life not doing well
I give up I give down I been left with nothing on the ground
Been had been done good been picked clean by the worst kind of hood
I hope I get to have my say
When I get there on the judgement day with Mr. Insignificant

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Turn it up for me when we're all alone
Turn it down for me when you have to go far away from home
Don't want nobody else inside the secret door
Don't want nobody else to find out what I'm waiting f0r
No matter how tar overland or cross the sea
You telegraph your body and your love to me
The signals loud and clear I know what I hear I know what I hear
I hear you turning up for me
Turn your body down
Turn it up for me in the middle of the night
1'll be thinking of you all the time and savouring another bite
I know the secrets safe it's just with you and me
I know the combinations here upon my lips just kiss and see
No matter how tar overland or cross the sea
You telegraph your body and your love to me
The signals loud and clear
I know what I hear I know what I hear
I hear you turning up for me

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My vision's getting better now a perspective at last
There's dawn upon the horizon the sun is rising fast
I feel your presence everywhere there's magic in the air
Maybe other people have your time but I don't care
Cos when we scintillate the sparks begin to fly
And then it escalates the ground goes flying by then
I find I find I find I find love in your eyes
This modern world is cheap enough
I won't make it cheaper still
Temptation hasn't got a chance with me it's lost its thrill
Your jewelries hidden out of reach the rest they know it's there
They wish they'd hung on to their dreams like you have it's so rare
Cos when we scintillate the sparks begin to fly
And then it escalates the ground goes flying by then

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God it takes so long
You have to be so strong
When they try to prove you wrong
Get the first bus to Babylon
You wanna be alone
You try to disconnect the phone
Try to bury every bone
Get the first bus to Babylon
How can it be when you want to be free
There's a conspiracy working around you
Children can tell what we know very well
They believe in the spell they're on the bus
When we're dead and gone
When we get where we belong
And we've sung the final song

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