| A drop of rain a sheet of ice, | |
| You float through life, you've been her twice | |
| No broken bones you're on your own | |
| You settle down and make a loving home | |
| You run you're hands through swaying corn, | |
| You know you have to die to be reborn | |
| Are you so beatiful tomorrow? | |
| What goes around comes around, | |
| All the clichés of the world and dumbing down | |
| I know your mind | |
| I know your tricks, | |
| Your verbal sound bytes you lying git | |
| The puncture wound the heroin, | |
| Unsettled bills the mortal sin | |
| The trail of slime where you have been, | |
| Did I say the right thing? | |
| You rule by fear truth or dare, | |
| The purest words you've no idea | |
| Will you be so beatiful tomorrow? | |
| No substitude for honest toil, | |
| No antidote for idle hands | |
| In seconds life can turn around, | |
| Depends which way the coin will land | |
| Someone somewhere surely | |
| Must know what's going on | |
| The more I live the less | |
| I know, Are you sure | |
| I said the right thing? | |
| You run your hand through swaying corn, | |
| You have to die to be reborn | |
| You raise your eyes to heavens above, | |
| You'll have to come back here | |
| Cos you didn't give... love. |
| A drop of rain a sheet of ice, | |
| You float through life, you' ve been her twice | |
| No broken bones you' re on your own | |
| You settle down and make a loving home | |
| You run you' re hands through swaying corn, | |
| You know you have to die to be reborn | |
| Are you so beatiful tomorrow? | |
| What goes around comes around, | |
| All the cliche s of the world and dumbing down | |
| I know your mind | |
| I know your tricks, | |
| Your verbal sound bytes you lying git | |
| The puncture wound the heroin, | |
| Unsettled bills the mortal sin | |
| The trail of slime where you have been, | |
| Did I say the right thing? | |
| You rule by fear truth or dare, | |
| The purest words you' ve no idea | |
| Will you be so beatiful tomorrow? | |
| No substitude for honest toil, | |
| No antidote for idle hands | |
| In seconds life can turn around, | |
| Depends which way the coin will land | |
| Someone somewhere surely | |
| Must know what' s going on | |
| The more I live the less | |
| I know, Are you sure | |
| I said the right thing? | |
| You run your hand through swaying corn, | |
| You have to die to be reborn | |
| You raise your eyes to heavens above, | |
| You' ll have to come back here | |
| Cos you didn' t give... love. |
| A drop of rain a sheet of ice, | |
| You float through life, you' ve been her twice | |
| No broken bones you' re on your own | |
| You settle down and make a loving home | |
| You run you' re hands through swaying corn, | |
| You know you have to die to be reborn | |
| Are you so beatiful tomorrow? | |
| What goes around comes around, | |
| All the cliché s of the world and dumbing down | |
| I know your mind | |
| I know your tricks, | |
| Your verbal sound bytes you lying git | |
| The puncture wound the heroin, | |
| Unsettled bills the mortal sin | |
| The trail of slime where you have been, | |
| Did I say the right thing? | |
| You rule by fear truth or dare, | |
| The purest words you' ve no idea | |
| Will you be so beatiful tomorrow? | |
| No substitude for honest toil, | |
| No antidote for idle hands | |
| In seconds life can turn around, | |
| Depends which way the coin will land | |
| Someone somewhere surely | |
| Must know what' s going on | |
| The more I live the less | |
| I know, Are you sure | |
| I said the right thing? | |
| You run your hand through swaying corn, | |
| You have to die to be reborn | |
| You raise your eyes to heavens above, | |
| You' ll have to come back here | |
| Cos you didn' t give... love. |
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