put money in my hand and i will do the things you want me to
Vanity… overriding wisdom, usually common sense.
should i delete it, you said you'd read it you promised you would never ruin it with sequels,
I wake for you… on and on
beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field, i will be meeting you there.
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the moon's a skull, i think it's grinning the room is full of people now i think it's spinning
wanted you… didn't ask for nothing. wait for you… on and on
and i don't need your tie, i don't need to, tired of saying it. we don't need more talk, don't empty out your canteen on the desert floor. …ahhh, it's all my fault
never wanna spell it out, i just want to say that it is all my fault, i could never spit it out, i don't wanna fix your tie...
never want to say we're sad, thankful that we got some chance, i know you won't get back your time, i wish that you could take it back...
beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field, i will be meeting you there.
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he wanted it more than me, i suppose i was in a rush to wait in a line. now i hear echoes of my old self, this is not the way to be. all at once, i lost my way...
is it not true, the things that we did? come here at once and look what they did come here shut down and tune in tonite, learn the words that they teach you without you realizing it come here sit down and watch some tv
mine all mine / wait your turn cross my cross / slice his hand not your son / not your friend / not your enemy
i rely on the little things to get me by, conscience says "i'm ok", you don't hear what they say. "he's not my son, search his home" off to war, it's time to go hide inside