I haven't time to sympathize With all this nonsense and your lies You are the king of nothing But you shall hold me You've got your finger on the pulse
In a manger like Christ I lay Yellow fever, yellow hay Feel the rhythm, sweetest sound Makin', breakin' sacred ground I'd give you a piece of my love
Any kind of fool with the will to live Tries to get it right with the one they're with But even though I give you special treatment You keep getting high
[Incomprehensible] Once in a while I need a friend So why won't you let me recover It's just a moment in your life But sometimes we divide each other
It isn't what it used to be I wake up every night on the stairs Waiting for the dawn to come Every drop of wine, you can be my time Only tomorrow knows
At the end of the day There's no food on our plate So we beg and we steal For we know love is real And if we don't take a chance In a spare sideways glance
Pictures of an image of a person who could not be blamed You are a color and you are a number We need a sanction to see one another If I keep my distance
: Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address Of everyone I've ever known It's nothing I regret Save it for another day It's the school exam and the
: I turn sideways to the sun keep my thoughts from everyone It's a jungle, I'm a freak Hear me talk, but never speak So I'm stepping out of time because
: Once in a while I need a friend So why won't you let me recover It's just a moment in your life But sometimes we divide each other Maybe we could
: At the end of the day There's no food on our plate So we beg and we steal For we know love is real And if we don't take a chance In a spare sideways
: Listen I may be wrong but you're missing There's something wrong you could say Ruined in a day You could be the lover of jade Forever on your own in
: Pictures of an image of a person who could not be blamed You are a colour and you are a number We need a sanction to see one another If I keep my distance
: I haven't time to sympathise With all this nonsense and your lies You are the king of nothing But you shall hold me You've got your finger on the pulse
: It isn't what it used to be I wake up every night On the stairs Waiting for the dawn to come Every drop of wine You can be my time Only tomorrow knows
: In a manger like Christ I lay Yellow fever, yellow hay Feel the rhythm, sweetest sound Making, breaking sacred ground I'd give you a piece of my love
: Any kind of fool with the will to live Tries to get it right with the one they're with But even though I give you special treatment You keep getting
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