You shut the gates at sunset After that you can't get out You can see the bigger picture Find out what it?s all about You're open to the skyline You
Questions are never answered Glances you'll always miss Too ready to push and pamper You just took the glory You thought you stole my thunder I had to
I can feel a storm brewing over nothing We were having fun, there's no harm done there You need attention, I can see you're sulking It's about time that
Three months in here Can't catch the tears Time never lands Our love is all that stands now Streets feel strange And longer lives can never change I
Angels Smiling on my happiness Danger 'Cause the scene is still a mess We can all be blast Don't stop just yet We've got the world looking in our window
You got a rocket in your pocket Why can you just let me be Have you no eyes in your sockets Are you just pleased to see me As you all know you better
Locked in a cell for your very last breath How can it be that, this is your death Something is stirring, way underneath As people ignite the last burning
It's takin' time to come around Time to bring me down Now I'm movin' I always knew the truth Though it's nice to have some proof It's so soothin' Tears
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fuss a lil' more (More Morcheeba) Props from here to Singapore (Morcheeba) All this fuss a lil' more (Morcheeba) Props from here to Singapore (Morcheeba
Things have changed this time around I'm on the rocks and looking down And I can't see for all the darkness 'round here You're in Spain and you're walking
Three months in here Can't catch the tears Time never lands Our love is all that stands now Streets feel strange And longer lives can never change I'
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Too much of a good thing Has really burnt me out I'm sick of satisfaction And living in a drought Just be yourself Anyway that you want to Just be yourself
Battle cries, we make the swift retreat Paradise, it don't come cheap Square up to fight like dynamite The flight is young we're getting deep without
Uh, uh Uh, uh Maybe you're right Uh, uh Uh, uh Maybe you're right When the party's over You got no way to go When the party's over You got no way to
Roll out the fabric carpet So I can walk Hook up those microphones So I can talk Could be the mayor of the city And clean up all of this mess I'd never