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When the song has ended And you've learned a lesson Yes, the song has finished And we're amending The message is sending When the song has finished When the story has ended People are offended Give them insight Try as they might Riot and fight When you sing it to your lover Hoping that it will boil over If you go under cover Do you love her? Do you want her? Do you need her? Get me front row tickets to the crucifixion Freud always spoke of oral fixation I’ve got nothing to hide In Jones town the bodies all dropped Turns my stomach into knots The master mind was never caught He ate their souls They ate his lies The audience just cries Before I lay On my death bed And they drop the bomb I want to be I want to see The winds move mountains Return to me Back into my life I’m getting sick of being beaten down Looking for answers never found And I do my best to never make a sound Oh so close but way to distant All alone with no assistance Go away from me no, come away with me What have I done to my life? What have I done to my destiny? Murdered, I killed it stopped it completely Kicked it endlessly until blood was drawn Too many faces to which I’m bound I think I hear a tiny voice It says to make a choice I want my freedom and I need it I want my freedom and I need Out Now Out now Senseless fight saved Record night made Not a word My gracious lord Not a word When the song has finished And you learned a lesson Yes the song has ended And were amending The message is sending When you sing it to your lover Hoping that it will boil over If you go under cover Do you love her? Do you want her? Do you need her?
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
Sweetheart’s Revisions
When the song has ended And you've learned a lesson Yes, the song has finished And we're amending The message is sending When the song has finished When the story has ended People are offended Give them insight Try as they might Riot and fight When you sing it to your lover Hoping that it will boil over If you go under cover Do you love her? Do you want her? Do you need her? Get me front row tickets to the crucifixion Freud always spoke of oral fixation I’ve got nothing to hide In Jones town the bodies all dropped Turns my stomach into knots The master mind was never caught He ate their souls They ate his lies The audience just cries Before I lay On my death bed And they drop the bomb I want to be I want to see The winds move mountains Return to me Back into my life I’m getting sick of being beaten down Looking for answers never found And I do my best to never make a sound Oh so close but way to distant All alone with no assistance Go away from me no, come away with me What have I done to my life? What have I done to my destiny? Murdered, I killed it stopped it completely Kicked it endlessly until blood was drawn Too many faces to which I’m bound I think I hear a tiny voice It says to make a choice I want my freedom and I need it I want my freedom and I need Out Now Out now Senseless fight saved Record night made Not a word My gracious lord Not a word When the song has finished And you learned a lesson Yes the song has ended And were amending The message is sending When you sing it to your lover Hoping that it will boil over If you go under cover Do you love her? Do you want her? Do you need her?
tommy-johnson
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Colombian
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
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