Face the face, got to face the face Face the face, got to face the face You must have heard the cautionary tales The danger's hidden on the culdesac
Each time we come here I see we'll never come here again Each time we make love I say we'll never make love again But, my little greyhound girl You got
Don't ever call me a man I'll decide for myself to tell you what I am Don't want to be called a boy know more 'Cause boys fill the trenches in imperialist
I'm afraid I spoke too soon again Thought it important to explain Now I'm gazin' at my lonely words I spent the night and I lay there All over the floor
La da da da, la da da da La da da da, la da da da I go halfway 'round the world I need another girl But when I see her all I do is think of you We take
Here is message number one, I am your beloved son Here is message number two, I'm in love with only you Here is message number three, you cannot escape
The iron man came to the top of the cliff How far had he walked nobody knows Where had he come from nobody knows How was he made, nobody knows Taller
I went back to the doctor to get another shrink I sit and tell him about my weekend But he never betray what he thinks Can you see the real me, doctor
Music and vibrations are the basis of everything They pervade everything, human consciousness is reflected by them Atoms are vibrations between positive
It won't be easy, you'll think it's strange When I try to explain how I feel And that I still need your love After all that I've done You won't believe
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Rastus and Ruth RASTUS: There you go, Ruth. There's your cut. Five percent. That's sixty grand. Back to my place. RUTH: Sixty-thousand pounds. Not much
Ruth and Rastus RUTH: Oh Rastus you bastard! Why so bloody hard? Ray might hear us - he'd be jealous. RASTUS: Why would he be jealous?! RUTH: Because
I can't be held responsible for my behavior I lost all contact with my only savior Please don't lock me out because I missed to phone ya I can't bear
I'm drifting and drifting like a ship out on the sea I'm drifting and drifting like a ship out on the sea Nobody seems to want me, except the wide and
Ray writes a letter RAY: Dear Rosalind, In answer to all your questions: firstly, I'm afraid it wouldn't help you to feel secure. In fact, it would
When people keep repeating That you'll never fall in love When everybody keeps retreating But you can't seem to get enough Let my love open the door
It takes a fool to phone a fool When they both have said it all We make the rule and bemoan the rule That neither soul should call But love that was
