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She walks the streets of summer. Inside her there's no future. She walks the streets to pass the time. . The cash machines are laughing. At plastic people passing.
lonely lives, stolen hair. twisted smiles, vacant stares. stoney hearts, lonely tunes. empty minds... in you. . and we want to be the only ones. and we want to be the loaded guns.
since you went away. every night and day. i've been drinking too much wine. i've been sitting in doorways on circle lines. . since you went away. every night and day.
Open your eyes and live again. And I'll open my heart and love again. I'll open my mind deep inside yes I know its blue. . We all believed in Amsterdam.
she walks the streets of summer. walking all day. she likes the steel inside her. nothing to say. . she lives inside the winter. walking around. stoned like the wheels in real life.
She live in a house, she stupid as a mouse. And she going where the lights are on. She shaking obscene like a fucking machine. And she's gone, gone, gone.
You live on Lancaster Road. And you've got a computer. And you go, when the libraries closed. And sit and think of the future. Oh, oh oh Sam. Oh, oh oh Sam.
Inside her is the suburbs, in the sodium lights and the streets. In the parked cars and the pretty parks, and in every disease. In the new loves under covers, in the cold touch of the right.
If there was ever a man. Who was generous, gracious and good. That was my dad. The man. A human being so true. He could live like a king. 'Cause he knew.
Chorus:. Everybody?s breakin? breakin? up. Let?s stay together (together 2x). Let?s stay together(2x). . Yeah!. Tell Y?all a lil? story right quick. LUDA!.
Now my body is sand. And the wind blows through me. Like the soil on your hand. I am compost and leaves. . And my life has gone, darling. And now I am free.
See that animal, get some heavy metal. Watch the world go singing, sha-la-la-la. White stick happiness will we ever know. How it feels, how it feels?.