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Time to put the earphones on..
No!
Born to, born to multiply; born to gaze into night skies, when all you want's one more Saturday.
But look here; until then, they're gonna buy your life's time. So keep your wick in the air and your feet in the fetters, to the day
you come in doing cartwheels.
We all crawl out by ourselves, and your shape on the dancefloor will have me thinking such filth and gauge my eyes; you'd be damned to be one of us, girl. Faced with a dodo's conundrum:
Ah, I felt like I could just fly;
but nothing happened every time I tried.
A dual tone under wall; Selfish fool who hoped you'd save us all
never dreamt of such sterile hands.
You keep them folded in your lap, and raise them up to beg for scraps. You know, he's holding you down with the tips of his fingers.
Just the same; but you'll be pulled from the ocean. But just a minute too late; or changed by a potion, and find a handsome young mate for you to love. You'll be damned to pining through the windowpanes, you know. You'd trade your life for any ordinary Joe. Will do, and I will grow old; your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold.
Been alone since you were twenty one, you haven't laughed since January. You try to make like this is so much fun, but we know it to be quite contrary.
Dare to be one of us, girl!
Facing the android's conundrum: Ah, I felt like I should just cry, but nothing happens every time I take one on the chin. Your humor in your cote, you don't know how long I've been: watching the lantern dim, starved of oxygen. So give me your hand,
and let's jump out the window.
No!
Born to, born to multiply; born to gaze into night skies, when all you want's one more Saturday.
But look here; until then, they're gonna buy your life's time. So keep your wick in the air and your feet in the fetters, to the day
you come in doing cartwheels.
We all crawl out by ourselves, and your shape on the dancefloor will have me thinking such filth and gauge my eyes; you'd be damned to be one of us, girl. Faced with a dodo's conundrum:
Ah, I felt like I could just fly;
but nothing happened every time I tried.
A dual tone under wall; Selfish fool who hoped you'd save us all
never dreamt of such sterile hands.
You keep them folded in your lap, and raise them up to beg for scraps. You know, he's holding you down with the tips of his fingers.
Just the same; but you'll be pulled from the ocean. But just a minute too late; or changed by a potion, and find a handsome young mate for you to love. You'll be damned to pining through the windowpanes, you know. You'd trade your life for any ordinary Joe. Will do, and I will grow old; your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold.
Been alone since you were twenty one, you haven't laughed since January. You try to make like this is so much fun, but we know it to be quite contrary.
Dare to be one of us, girl!
Facing the android's conundrum: Ah, I felt like I should just cry, but nothing happens every time I take one on the chin. Your humor in your cote, you don't know how long I've been: watching the lantern dim, starved of oxygen. So give me your hand,
and let's jump out the window.