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Diamond (05/25/1982)
05/25/1982
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I checked the time, it was almost time
a curious smell,an intangible crime
I'm washing my clothes,but the stain still grows
cover your eyes,the stain still shows
I feel the gaze against my skin
I feel the gaze against my skin
I know this feeling is a lie
I know this feeling is a lie
there's a guilt within my mind
there's a guilt within my mind
I don't need this pressure on
oh I should question not ignore
oh I should question not ignore
songs are always buried deep
songs are always buried deep
there's a lion in my arms
there is a motion in my arm
oh I should question not ignore
I should believe and not ignore
I don't need this pressure on
you go down,down
pass the talk of town
you go down greek street
then it's underground
well it's Soho life
for this mobile knife
it's the place to shoot
Friday night Beat Route


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Cheap bed,in the red
sleep the words out of your head
cold floor,nice and raw
eat the meat that's on the floor
high tide, some disguise
loving makes the cream taste nice
new shore,final score
fresh demand,I'm wanting more
this might not last too long
so always take it
this might not last too long
so always take it
Reasons,reasons were here from the start
it's my instiction,its' my instiction
reasons, reasons are part of the art
it's my instiction,it's my instiction
you cry,justify
but deep beneath the feelings lie
photo,looking old
memory makes the day feel cold
they've gone,sing your song
walk the flow,ah,too slow
post boom,second doom
stealing cake to eat the moon
this might not last too long
so always take it
Reasons,reasons were here from the start
this might not last too long
so always take it
Reasons,reasons were here from the start
it's my instiction,its' my instiction
reasons, reasons are part of the art
it's my instiction,it's my instiction
stealing cake to eat the moon


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Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down
I'm walking into studio
consider strange appeal
paint me in the home
I'm brushing up on sketchbook
designs for love unreal
paint me in the home
oil and skin you'll need to buy it
consider what I mean
she sinks beneath thr moving pictures
prepare the brush for me
I'm craving with this need
Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down
I'm soaking up the surface
conceaiving new idea
paint me in the home
she's oiling up her subject
but all still life is here
paint me in the home
all the boys with framed dimension
a cover up on lust
he'll take his pain and paint it over
prepare the brush for me
I'm craving with this need
Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down


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Matthew didn't stay home,
he went abroad instead
journeys to glory breathing in his head
got caught up with shoe horns
but he could'nt get a shine
Matthew bought the rap
and read the map without a sign.
Contort yourself on disco
with a rap trap white and brown
caught within the spinning
the key-chain gang went down
no coffee club will have the rub
when product is your answer
discuss the man,he'll break your plan
it's deep within the dancer...
Wear it on your back now
and summerise your vision
on the train and through the strain
your own soul decision
well she had a certain shimmer
she sleeps with him tonight
stifled love decides where I'm dreaming...
No coffee club will have the rub
when product is your answer
discuss the man, he'll break your plan
it's deep within the dancer...


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She ran the risk from unity
obsession dies alone with tragedy
she loved like diamond
she loved like diamond
and cut so hard
she died
a passion course that leads to pain
an acid taste that laced her soul again
she loved like diamond
she loved like diamond
and cut so hard
she died
Another path,I've run them all
The rain has cleared the stains,no trace at all
she loved like diamond
she loved like diamond
and cut so hard
she died


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Going alone,going alone,going alone
take that pharaoh.
Going alone,going alone,going alone
take that pharaoh.
When the lights die down
you'll see them go.
Going alone,going alone,going alone
take that pharaoh.
Going alone,going alone,going alone
take that pharaoh.
When the lights die down
you'll see them go.
We are all living for the game
for the game
oh, heaven is weeping.
We are all living for the game
for the game
oh, heaven is weeping.
Please don't let my memory fail me now
'cause I've waited all this time
and I can't run another mile.
Oh, please don't let the world know now
please don't let the world know now
We are all living for the game
for the game
oh, heaven is weeping.
We are all living for the game
for the game
oh, heaven is weeping...


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Water from my mind
breaks the ropes and binds
water comes from inside
and frees me
Innocence and science.
Metal sings my name
poisoned love sustained
metal breaks me inside
and frees me
Innocence and science.
I will never forget


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The bells ring out above my room
and announcement of our loss
and in the act three men decide
and indefinite epilogue.
My letters have all gone
a journey that's unsure
a message that was rich
a hand that was poor.
Oh have me breath and let me go
cause I don't want you to know
cause I don't want you to know.
Oh I don't want you, want you, want you.
My own description may have failed
torn from pictures that were saved
along with images from words
that were saved and not erased
the shelves arranged above my head
a memory of my fears
blankets hold the smell of life
and soak the many years.
Oh have me breath and let me go
cause I don't want you to know
cause I don't want you to know.
Oh I don't want you, want you, want you.
Oh missionary are you here.
Sun doesn't burn when the water comes
but water doesn't come like the English rain
they bury their heads for self defence
a marked improvement through diligence
we are alone against our sins
alone against our sins
alone against our sins.
Vacant rooms that are full of men
that sit on the stools awaiting time
discussion leads to little sense
they bury their heads for self defence
we are alone against our sins
alone against our sins
alone against our sins


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