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Good Feeling

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Good feeling
Won’t you stay with me just a little longer
It always seems like your leaving
When I need you here just a little longer
Dear lady there’s so many things
That I have come to fear
Little voice says I’m going crazy
To see all my worlds disappear
Vague sketch of a fantasy
Laughing at the sunrise
Like he’s been up all night
Ooh slippin’ and slidin’
What a good time but now
Have have to find a bed
That can take this wait
Good feeling
Won’t you say stay with me just a little longer
It always seems like your leaving
When I know the other one
Just a little too well
Oh dear lady
Won’t you stay with me just a little longer
Why does it always seems like your leaving
When I need you here just a little longer

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Turn around time goes on

The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino
Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino
The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino
Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino
Don’t mind the crowds
Search for the spaces
Turn around time goes on (Turn around time’s gone)
A day to day basis (Take ten paces)
Been up ahead
Can’t made head or tail of it
I drink till I’m drunk
And I smoke till I’m senseless
See you black and white
Feel in slow motion
I drown myself in sorrow
Until I wake up tomorrow
The illusion of confusion is not from where I am sat
Different recycles resemble me
Different levels of the devils company.

They lead us outside, take us out quietly
To the cage through the bars
You see scars: results of my rage
The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino
Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping whino
The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino
Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping whino
The mind’s a crowd, search for the the spaces
And turn around time’s gone, I take ten paces.
Been up ahead – can’t make head or tale of it
I drink till I’m drunk, and I smoke till I’m senseless.
You see in black and white, feel in slow motion,
I drown myself in sorrow, until I wake up tomorrow
(The illusion of, until I wake up)

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Let Me In

Yeah, all those stars drip down like butter,
Promises are sweet,
We hold out our pans, lift our hands to catch them
We eat them up, drink them up, up, up, up