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I fall
Down
No control somehow
No help
Now
My favour slides
No-one comes
Here
Now I'm feeding strangers
Thin air
Like cold death
Here in my heart
I fell for so long for you
Come in
I'm
The ghost of the white faced clown
She's gone
Gone
I won't look back she's gone
I'm old
So old
This infection of time
My skin
Age
Shows no kindness to me
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I'm up here
You're down there
Call me 'The Baitman'
I'm screaming for air
Colour me black
If you wish but
I don't believe
I don't believe
My God
I don't crash
The sky moves
I'll shape you dreams
That a lifetime can't lose
I won't talk
I won't sing
They call me Render
The shaper of things
Oh God
I'm not down
I'm not ashamed
Call it the job
If you need something to blame
Young reckless sleepers
Still screaming for air
I don't care
I don't care
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The iceman comes
Someone is out there
They'll wait and won't make mistakes
The iceman comes
My head runs empty
Oh I've got the fear
The iceman comes for me
The iceman comes
Blow dust off your stories
I could give in
The iceman comes
I'll send, you'll take
Is this such dark business?
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Keep your love songs
We've all heard
Keep your pictures
We've all seen
Keep you kind words
And keep your tears
I'm only here for
A thousand years
Here on this prison moon
Have you been here
Have you ever been here
If only the sun would shine tonight
If only the sun would shine
I vote for pleasure
I vote for sleep
I vote for power
That I can keep
I vote for words
That no-one hears
I'm only here for a thousand years
Here on this prison moon
Have you been here
Have you ever been here
If only the sun would shine tonight
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Somewhere in
Dark corners
I know
Something is wrong
No fear
No talking
Just this
Long wait for pain
Scream scream
We're going down
My Centurion dies
All I can do now is wait for the noise
I'm so helpless and
I could just cry inside
'No! no!'
Oh God
Look at the speed
We're going in
So this
Is death and
It's so
Calm I'm surprised
All I can do now is wait for the noise
This machine
No sign of life
Only the whisper of air
She won't turn
She won't climb
She won't stop
She won't fly
I'm falling
I'm silent
I'm thinking
I'm waiting for this thing to end
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We are
Walking nostalgia
Like old movies for real
Look at me, look at you
Look at them, look at us
I'm young
Sell a slim body to the man next door
Sell a slim body to the man next door
Like my sister surprise
(Album - 'We'll wait for you')
(Single)
Only Gods walk on water
So I'll just Sink or swim with you
Let my heart slip away from me
Only Gods walk on water
And you're slowly pulling me down
Let this heart slip away
We are
The pleasure creation
Gone wrong
Gone wrong
We are
Walking ghost stories
No religion, no relief
No old wisdom, no belief
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Look at your face
It's so fortunately arranged
Don't look back
I can assure you that you won't like what you see
You step on my dreams
I could whisper
You intrude on me
I could whisper
You close in and
I'm so uneasy
Hotel rooms, sweet dreams
Like slot machines that call it 'love love'
A coin in the hole
You young things never
Stay young for long
This edge in my voice
But there's really nothing much to say
My conscience mends
I suppose it all meant something to you
You step on my dreams
I could whisper
You intrude on me
I could whisper
You close in and
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This heart Is empty
I've barely hidden memories
I've found a picture that haunts me again
I've no sad expression
I've no tears in my eyes
But I am the clown
Who forgot how to laugh
I wonder, does she think of me?
I wonder, I wonder
I wonder does she call my name?
I cried
Don't leave me here alone
I cried
Don't leave me, don't leave me
Love is like clock law
Tick-tock my heartbeat
I was a passion that passed her spare time
This room is prison
Love doesn't come here
These quiet nights will slowly kill me
I wonder does she think of me?
I wonder, I wonder
I wonder does she call my name?
I cried
Don't leave me here alone
I cried
Don't leave me here alone
I cried
Don't leave me, don't leave me
Don't leave me, don't leave me here
I cried
Don't leave me, don't leave me
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Love me
I'm cheap to rent
You could tell me of when you were young
Forgive and forget
The rhythm of the evening
Will tear us apart again
Talk talk
I only talk
'Don't tell me lies'
Said the tick-tock man
You're black
You're white
The rhythm of the evening
Will tear me apart again
Is this my mother
Pieces of a picture
But I've seen them before
Look what
Loves done to me
The rhythm of the evening
Will tear me apart again
Let the wild
Come in
These boys of pleasure
Are nothing more than faggots
I'm not a
Man who laughs but
The rhythm of the evening
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My car slides
My last words are
'Help, Mother I'm'
My car slides
I wait for cold
A fear of the dark
My car slides
And I pray to
Things I've not seen
Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
Quite by chance I slide
My car slides
The radio plays
'Heaven...' something
My car slides
This quiet night
Time plays slow tricks
My car slides
My clock runs down
Tick tock tick...
Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
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Now there's a girl outside my door
She's raw pink shame
She makes love as the machines play
Sound effects of mayhem
She disconnects my young heart at times
The cure comes next
Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
Quite by chance I slide
She has the problem of need
Not conversation
She can only whisper such things
Like 'I tear inside'
She's like a gangster in drag I knew
Skin like china
Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
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This is nostalgia
And OB be the hero
Fights for me
And you dear listener
You leave old memories
And such things disgust me
Storm the door
I must get out
Poetry and power
Ice and fire
This is poetry and power
You're worse than mirrors
Are you reflecting
I don't know
All this help leaves me cold
This is confusing
This is confusing me again
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What's it like to be face to face with me?
Playing tricks with hearts quite as young as yours
Do you know what the reunion pays for you?
Do you feel like I'm supposed to do?
I could be love
I could be your assassin. I don't know
Pictures of my face disappear with time
They gave boys to quite tasteless friends of mine
Re-arrange thoughts to 'what will be will be'
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Listen to us, they say
We are new, we are strong
We know how you feel
We are good
We have the answers
How does that sound to you, boys?
Well we're boys
We have nothing
We're every bad dream you ever had
This is the face
This is the question
If you can't play, can you lose?
Something is here
Something is wrong
I can feel it
This is the place
This is nothing
Here we have nothing to lose
We're unseeking
Nothing and no sleep
All the art of living
Love is sex smell
Love is no cause
Love is a hole in the wall
Here love whispers
Here love hides
Here love is hard to find
Something is here
Something is wrong
I can feel it
Picture a man when the heartbeat stops
Picture a man when the heartbeat stops
Picture a man when the heartbeat stops
Picture a man when the heartbeat stops
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