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Crawl out my eyes and I
Feeling the sound and I
Get my feet,get my wrists
off the ground and I
Needed to say nothing
No more to give to ya
no more to tell ya
You curl up the blood in me
I want them all an I
I want them all an I
I want them all an I
To send the sea back out
Get off the sidelines
Just put ya feet forward
Get in my eye line and
sprawl out ya chains
You got a love like semtex
Bring it to me
Bring it to me
Bring it to me
You got a love like semtex
Bring it to me
Bring it to me
Where I can see
Get in between all the
good and the wrong ways
You make the floor move
in all of my hallways
We got it sweet now,
ain't nothing calling
I'm at your feet now but girl
I'm still falling at ya
I want them all an I
I want them all an I
I want them all an I
To send the sea back out
Bring all your heat now
And make my skin burn
Ya make my fingers
turn 3000 degrees
(Repeat chorus)
Get off the hand rail
Step onto my train
I think this calling has
been falling for an age now
Don't ever see why we
have to live lies
We ain't so sick,we're just
part of the list
(Repeat chorus)
Now!
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Can't get enough
I Can't blitch can't blitch scene a losing sleep
Walking to a strep you're down
I've got to much no to much but he was in a rush
And if was the time for to suck I said
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I cat the rich like a kips sec a man to trip
Swimming to a neighbour stream
He kiss me love kiss me love kiss me love for extreme delese me on a river on the floor I said
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I no a girl from a trust come around the world
In ninety six second flat
She look an trust for a joke kiss me over love Kiss me with a kiss back I said
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough I said
I can't get enough ...
I can't get enough ...
I can't get enough I said
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
Cat
there
strip
I'm
lo-
sing
this
on
cain
true
I
Scrab
Your
no
I've
Had
Too
Much
No
Too
Much
But
It
Was
In
A
Ruch
And
Left
Me
With
Are
A
Tem
I
Hich
And
Are
With
Light
Like
A
Hivt
to
Said
My
Mind
A
Lips
Me
Love
In Kiss Me Love in
Kiss Me Love in
Kiss Me Love in
Lips Me on a dancefloor
I No have liar true glass
Love with In Eighty six seconds
Flat Its me with
A stik a cross my back on church
Think have on a date like state
I'm walk with are eye and go ... search
Six ... sprits are ...
I've me love so give me love
Give me love yeah
Give me love
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Try to get to my flat
and I see him talking
Triple up my pace,
got me speed walking
Nothing gets under my
feet like his evil eye
Got to get past them
all and inside
I fall and I leap and
I'm freaking out
Nowhere near my place and I
know that they've seen me now
My lace got caught and
it brought me down
Now he;s right above me
and shouting out
You're now talking
to the topboy of
Boxmoor flats and I am
kicking off (x2)
Youhave stepped on my turf
and I see you walking
Rumours all around you've
been breathe talking
Nothing gets under my feet
like your wasted kind
So don't be spitting rhymes
on my time
Standing on you hand now
you're screaming out
So say it to my face if you've
got something to shout about
Call for your boys but they
ain't here now
Dizzy in your eyes as I hang
you out to dry
You're now talking
to the topboy of
Boxmoor flats and I am
kicking off (x2)
Topboy
You think you're
something don't ya
Well these are all my running
And soon your days
are gonna end
Topboy
I've been here for a year
I know no one can take me
So soon your days are gonna end
Boy, you're going down
You're going down
You're going down
I tried to get to my flat
and I saw him talking
Quickened up my pace,
I was speed walking
I never made it there
to my blue front door
And now I'm lying here and
there's claret on the floor
You're now talking
to the topboy of
Boxmoor flats and I am
kicking off (x2)
(Repeat chorus, now mash up)
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Girl who speaks no words
Got me living in her dream
Got me living in her dream
with my feet turned out
Eyes that speak no hurt
And they never seem to swerve
And they never seem to swerve
Looking through me now
Lease me on the dream
Girl,release me on the dream
And release me on the dream
Of a free stair ride
Falling at the seams
At the,falling at the seams
Got me falling for your dreams
Of a freaksters tide
Lines are in the sand
Got me grabbing at her hand
Take me with you (x3)
Walk me to your door
Get me walking to your door
Get me flying through
your floor
With a motion sound
Falling at the seams
Got me grabbing on her jeans
Gets me grabbing on her jeans
Shoots me skyward bound
Notes are on the rise
And they never spell demise
And they're always on the rise
In her perfect size
Clever not to swerve
As she takes me to her curve
Something music never heard
By my listening eye
Ship is off the land
Got me grabbing at her hand
Take me with you (x4)
Ears up on her knees
Got my ears upon her knees
Got my tears up in her trees
Slowly falling down
Looming on the rise
Got my human on the rise
Meet my human on the rise
Passed my robot house
Arms are up so fine
Get her arms are open wide
Got them arms are up so wide
On a ridgeback light
Bleep me to time end
But don't speak me
through her lens
And now sweeps me
through her fence
By a ghost town eye
Been falling at the seams
Now she's grabbing at my jeans
Take me with you
I've been falling at the seams
Now she's grabbing at my jeans
Take me with you (x4)
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I know you've found
something in me
And I can see that thing in you
Why don't we take it
all the way
And let's get out of here today
I use my eye like the radio
Tuned in lead out
And everywhere my pimp shoees go
I'm effective, irrespective
I go out dancing in the
east end
Looking for targets
out of sight
A rhythm queen dancing
burlesque
Selling white lies in
a strobe light
I, I want you
With your twisted hair
And your lip-ring stare
I want you
She take me down to the cubicle
To slide through water
on the floor
And everytime that the
door bang she says
"Give me one more,
give me one more"
We make the sound
of the satellite
Breaking through gravity
I am Jagger '67
I'm affected, you're selected
I, I want you
With your twisted hair
And your lip-ring stare
I want you
I want you
In your perspex skirt
And your white fake fur
You glimmer nerve
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Some people say that they're
free in the city
With their liberty
But I don't go for that
No, I don't go for that
Some people say they're right
working for life
On a click-in line
But I don't go for that
No, I don't go for that
Murder that sound
And kill the silence
Murder that sound
Murder that sound
(x2)
I'm living for reasons
why in the city
Behind a secret sky
And you can't hold me back
And you can't hold me back
I know that I am free
And I'm complete
Listening below
The surface of the city streets
And you won't hold me back
Murder that sound
And kill the silence
Murder that sound
Murder that sound
(x2)
I've found a way
to make you free
I've found a way
to make you free
I've found a way
to make you free
Kill that sound
Murder that sound
And kill the silence
Murder that sound
Murder that sound
(x2)
Kill that sound
Murder!
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You stay away from your window light
You used to have a life
You got a box of light
You got your eye and your heart abound
The people on the screen are your best friends now
You talk to the numbers
And text phone the others
You can’t leave the dial alone
You talk to the numbers
And text phone the others
Why go out when you can just stay at home?
Wanna see people
hugging and kissing
Wanna see people
hugging and kissing
Wanna see people
hugging and kissing
That’s because it’s
what you’re missing
You get your love from the web cam channel
Watching the brunette With the house mate flannel
You got your eye and your heart abound
The people on the screen are your family now
There’s Steve who is Charmaine
He had all his sex changed
He don’t get on with Simone
She’s diesel and lipstick
She only do them real chicks
Why go out when you can just stay at home?
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