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brain dead
03:51
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The world is a woman who's lying in bed.
A breast for a brain and a heart for a head.
All libido vertigo.
Nothing to do, nowhere to go.
Everything is amorous:
Sensually glamorous.
Her bodies capsized,
So wet she's baptized.
I wilt like a drowsy flower
Saturn sheds her rings
Soaked by the meteor shower
Drowning crowns and kings.
My body knows better,
The warmer the wetter.
Brain dead.
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I sold my body to the docks
Oohing and aahing at lightening shocks
I sold my soul for an honest smile
Cuz these grins have been grim all the while
Grim all the while.
Nobody knows what it really means to sin.
I'd sell my body just to be a child again.
A man's blowing bubbles in his tonic and gin
Sure as hell he wishes I were blowing him.
Lord I sold my body to the docks
And all I got in return were consolation cocks.
I sold my body to the docks
Oohing and aahing at lightening shocks
I sold my soul for a decent man
And that's all I am.
Nobody knows what it really means to sin.
I'd sell my body just to be a child again.
I sold my body to the docks
Oohing and aahing at lightening shocks
I sold my soul to be a child again
and all I got in return was a tonic and gin.
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boy were my childhood dreams so exciting
singing all silly and secretly enlightening
the sun squints my eyes and I recall true highs
I've been locked up in lies but I could shed this disguise
I could shed this disguise.
before I was made up, dressed up in identity
I knew that I was free, I knew who I could be
when we take off our clothes
we'll half grin with hesitation
is my body enough
now that it's beyond presentation?
this is all I am
this is all I am.
the sun squints my eyes and I recall true highs
I've been locked up in lies but I could shed this disguise
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i feel u in my mind
05:47
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I don't know how far I'll go but I will try to keep you in my mind.
I feel you in my mind.
I see you in my mind.
I feel you in my mind.
You're stuck in my mind, I made you up while I was dreaming.
I made you up while I was dreaming.
I don't know how far I'll go but I will try to keep you in my mind.
I close my eyes to see yours open
My vision holds the perfect fantasy
Reality remains unbroken
Don't need you whole when you're a part of me.
You're stuck in my mind, I made you up while I was dreaming.
This isn't my imagination
I made you for all of the world to see
I wouldn't waste my time pretending
I want them all to watch you be with me.
I feel you in my mind.
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5. |
headed for heart
02:40
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memory is a mystery
I think I forgot what you did to me
and it's dangerous to guess that this is true
cuz if it is I'm gonna have to say goodbye to you
forever. forever.
because it's too horrible.
and I can't believe you could
look at me with a straight face
I know that I can't
cuz I can't go back to that place.
and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry if my memory fails me.
but I'm headed for heart
getting out my head
cuz it's haunted in here.
and I'm sorry if my memory fails me.
but my feelings they can't be denied.
I've been crying and screaming and not knowing why
and you don't know how much I tried
to remember.
but the uncertainty
well, that's worth something to me.
because memory
is a mystery
I'm settled without solving.
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