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I believe in the good of life
I believe in the good of life
I believe in the good
I believe in the good
I believe in the good of life
I believe in the good of life as I kneel for a taste of man
I believe in the taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine
I believe in the good of life as I kneel for a taste of man
I believe in the taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine
I'll testify on the world of radio that I dream of the fate of democracy,
as I flee on my bike from the crimes we made,
and that I did not do those drugs or steal those underpants.
I believe in the good of life as I plead for a taste of man
I'm thirsty for a taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine
I'll testify on the world of radio that I dream of the fate of democracy,
as I flee on my bike from the crimes we made,
and that I did not do those drugs or steal those underpants.
I believe in the good of life as I kneel for a taste of man
I believe in the taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine
I'll testify on the world of radio that I dream of the fate of democracy,
as I flee on my bike from the crimes we made,
and that I did not do those drugs or steal those underpants.
I believe in the good of life as I plead for a taste of man
I'm thirsty for a taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine
I believe in the good of life
I believe in the good of life
I believe in the good
I believe in the good
I believe in the good of life
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I found music
and he found me
I gave him some tambourine
he game me a scream
I washed his dirty underwear
he made me toast
Music filled my mug with Vaseline
I gave him a choke
We could be happy
we could be free
If we don't make-out
or fall in love
I found music
and he found me
bleeding from my fingers and knees
plugged into a drum machine
nailed to my head: a tambourine
and a guitar laced to my waist
A stone cold fever:
an internal melody
Guitars make me happy
drum beast make us all free
solid as a rock lover
is the music in me
I found music and he found me:
a balding head-banding pre-teen
so he seduced me in a dream:
I kissed his ugly gangly greens
he swallowed my pee
We lived to be happy
and prayed to be free
but it was soon found out
that my body is brief
I found music
and he found me
he kept me singing
to my dying day
Sing to be happy
hum to be free
the eternal harmony
music and me
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All I want is to be in his movie and not just be old worms of yesterday.
All I want is to be in his movie and not just be old worms of yesterday.
We oh we...
All I want is to be in his movie and not just be old worms of yesteryear.
All I want is to be under his covers and not simply be a time from yesterday.
All I want is to be in his movie and not just be old worms of yesteryear.
All I want is to be under his covers and not simply be a time from yesterday.
We oh we...
All I want is warmth from his smother and not just be frozen for an age.
Oh my longing to be bare on your knee and that not just be home from yesterday.
All I want is warmth from his smother and not just be frozen for an age.
Oh my longing to be bare on your knee and that not just be home from yesterday.
We oh we...
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