ever look for, another womb, all we ever look for Just a little bit of you, too, all we ever look for but we never do score All we ever look for, a
They hadn't been near me for years. Say, why do it now When I won't be around, I'm going out? "We needed you To love us too. We wait for your move
t have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never
One of the band told me last night That music is all that he's got in his life. So where does it go? Surely not with his soul. Will all of his licks
as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisable as the familiar "mushroom cloud". As a demonstration of the flash duration test let's try and count the number of seconds for
ever left. All we're ever looking for Is another open door. All we ever look for--another womb. All we ever look for--our own tomb. All we ever look for
Ooh, he's a moody old man. Song of summer in his hand. Ooh, he's a moody old man. ...in...in...in his hand. ...in his hand. "Hmm." Ooh, ah, ooh
up). With my key I (lock it). With my key I (lock it up). I am the concierge chez-moi, honey. Won't letcha in for love, nor money. ("Let me in
I wait at the table, And hold hands with weeping strangers, Wait for you To join the group. The tambourine jingle-jangles. The medium roams and
comfort them. I'm busy chasing up my demon. Oh, I'm in love With Egypt. My Pussy Queen Knows all my secrets. I'll never fall in love again. I
With my ego in my gut, My babbling mouth would wash it up. (But now I've started learning how,) I keep it shut. My door was never locked, Until
I'll whisk them up in no moonlight. And though pigs can fly, They'll never find us Posing as the night, And I'm home before the morning." In Malta, catch a swallow, For
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Just as we hit the green, I've never been so happy to be alive. Only seven miles behind You could smell the child, The smell of the front line's
Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!" She wanted to take it further, So she arranged a place to go, To see if he Would fall for
It all goes slo-mo. I don't know why I'm crying. Am I suspended in Gaffa? Not until I'm ready for you, Not until I'm ready for you Can I have it
the land." Erase the race that claim the place And say we dig for ore, Or dangle devils in a bottle And push them from the Pull of the Bush. "See the
have been Rudi's child." I shot, I shot, I shot him honey! "Never mind, she got the guy." He hit the ground, Rudi! "An eye for an eye." Ashes to ashes... "Eye for
