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O your time is never chosen
You're the final touch
Fire towards the exit
Cause you know it can be too much
And then I’ll
Find you
Only you
Cause the chapter finds the clues with you
Only you
Ever since I stopped taking track of time
I found another thing to love
There’ll always be a ringing in our ears cause
I found that you’re the only 1
And then I’ll
Find you
Only you
Cause the chapter finds the clues with you
Only you
O the senses I’ve ordered
Never got to you
The makeshift roller
And the time controller
The things I’ll stop and get to
And then I’ll
Find you
Only you
Cause the chapter finds the clues with you
Only you
Only 1's
Only 1's to you
And then I’ll
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Find you
Only you
Cause the chapter finds the clues with you
Only you
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Find you
Only you
Cause the chapter finds the clues with you
We both rattle
We can show it
I’d like to know
Where you’re going
Going
Look close
Don’t let loose
Billy is the goat
Billy is the goat
Let loose
Don’t look close
Billy is the goat
Billy is the goat
Heart of someone
Sometimes pleases
Saw off the tree
Watch her honey
Honey
Stoogemen
Liberal stooge
Making decisions
Hometown incision
Lobbying stooge
Stooges of the left
Right chopped fox
Candidate's cock
Candidate's cock
Stoogehead
A liberal stooge
Making decisions
Hometown incision
Can’t recall blues
‘67
These generations can
Shake my right hand Stan
C’mon kitty
I gotta lick to play
I’m dropping oversea
And I would watch it to
Come through
You too
And St. Juan’s down south
I would watch and feel him too
Come through
You too
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Cause I’m dropping oversea
And I would watch him too
Come through
You too
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And St. Juan’s down south
I would watch and feel him too
Come through
You too
And I’m a strap it up
Tighten up your ruse
Come through
You too
You drop the sea
Watching
Feeling cool
Come through
You too
Drop the sea
I was up in the lead
I was up in the lead
I was up in the lead
I was all that I need
I was up in the lead
Begins with a blessing
And it ends with a curse
Making life easy
By making it worse
My mask is my master
The trumpeter weeps
But his voice is so weak
As he speaks from his sleep
Why, why, why
Why are we sleeping?
People are watching
People who stare
Waiting for something
That's already there
Tomorrow I'll find it
The trumpeter screams
And remembers he's hungry
And drowns in his dreams
Saying why, why, why
Why are we sleeping?
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Why, why, why
Why are we sleeping?
My head is a nightclub
With glasses and wine
The customers dancing
We’re just making time
My head is a nightclub
With glasses and wine
The customers dancing
We’re just making time
We're just making time
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(Written by The Soft Machine)
I got them blues
Lord, lord, lord I got them blues
Well the blues go hard today
But tomorrow find a way to get you home
Aye c'mon baby got them blues
Lord, lord, lord I got them blues
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Well my baby left my morning
Then I know I got them
Toledo, Ohio blues
And the girl ain't coming back
Bet you know it's gonna last
With those blues
O lord
My lord
If you hearing what I say
I just want it today
All those blues
Them blues
Them blues
I lay down
On the blonde hair
I lay down
On the blonde hair
I lay down
On my blonde hair
I lay down
On my blonde hair
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Lay down
Blonde hair
Lay down
Blonde hair
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Lay down
On my blonde hair
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Blonde hair
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I lay down
On my blonde hair
Lay
I lay down
On the sicks
Lay down
On my blonde hair
I lay down
On the blonde hair
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I lay down
On my blonde hair
Lay down
Blonde hair
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Blonde hair
I lay down
On my blonde hair
I was born in this hotel
Washing dishes in the sink
Magazines and free soda
Trying hard not to think
Lay it on to the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on to the dawn
She can talk to squirrels
Coming back from the convalescent home
Staring at sports cars
Crying
Rattlesnake on the ceiling
Gunpowder on my sleeve
I will live here forever
With the ocean and the bees
Lay it on to the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on to the dawn
Lay it on to the dawn
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(Written by Beck)
The small ones drink the mug
Guaranteeing
The light beyond for those who made
The cycle of your poetry
Poetry
If anybody out there asks who I am
I'll ask for those who need a hand
Ode to Bonnie
Ode to Bonnie
Ode to Bonnie
She's out there
All boiling
With frame work
No phone work
Intentions
Rejections
Awake
Guaranteeing
With hard work
And less fuss
Our new home is
Next month
If anybody out there asks who I am
I'll ask for those who need a hand
If anybody out there asks who I am
I'll ask for those who need a hand
Fireman’s taken
Under this girl’s cider
Let’s take a bath, boy
Right is wrong is right
What is wife looking for now?
Why’d you spill the milk?
Having pockets
Pockets corrode deep in you
Can’t keep on working
It’s still a phantom
Until Christmas Eve
A mutation
The ties were friendly
How could it be?
Having pockets
Pockets corrode deep in you
Can’t keep on working
It’s still a phantom
Until Christmas Eve
A mutation
They wish I was disrespected
They wish I was disrespected
They wish I was disrespecting them
I’ve got something that’ll bring me down
I want rotting with this brain I found
I’m out there thinking my brains been huffed
And that is all I need
Will I experience kettle love?
When the kettle sun falls on down
Oh that’s how all of the kings are made
I wish one of these things would say
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The wind is lost
Those that have wronged home
Anyone can call it home
So to those that wronged their home
Cut my story here
It’s a child’s way to sooth
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There may be good times
Is there time?
Wronged their home
Wronged their home
Wronged their home
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