On a mission through the night
Sounds and actions, flashing lights
Don't
I like the taste
That's why I swallow the lies
Because everybody
Like a shot from the dark
In the silence of night
Down
I had a dream but I just can't remember it
When I first met you
I walked you to your car
You
Sugar high, then she drops me from the sky, but
A cash point casanova with stars in your eyes, you
Here comes the star of the show, but he’s got
Therapy sessions since the age of seven - a familiar
You dial the lucky number when you're feeling uptight, when
At eight o'clock she said goodbye
that's when I left her
Like a russian doll
It's so hard to tell
What goes on
In a skyscraper - in a skyscraper's where I want
She's got a telephone voice
That I haven't heard in quite
Kamikaze seagull planes fighting over chip-shop take-away remains; and when
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