| 101. Motorpsycho - Bedroom Eyes |
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And so it ends,and so it will be it's over now,and she is free and we who saw and couldn't belive are justified and relieved bedroom eyes we missed...
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| 102. Motorpsycho - Plan # 1 |
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Queen bitch,slut child I know you so well you gave it all away,sister- you gave it all away but I know your eyes........ you’re just like me ...
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| 103. Motorpsycho - Baby Jesus |
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Ma Johnson does the laundry on her front yard porch Mrs Harris cuts the roses while her husband mowes the lawn and it’s feeling like my day has...
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| 104. Motorpsycho - Drug Thing |
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Hmmm.. just for a momennt for the wink of an eye just for a heartbeat it was alive just for an instant for the moment inbetween just for a second it...
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| 105. Motorpsycho - The Ocean In Her Eye |
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Sometimes- wake up in the past Mary,mary so contrary Daydreams - forget all too fast Picking minds when it gets scary It's too quiet to be listening...
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| 106. Motorpsycho - Feel |
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So now you’ve found all the letters that you wrote- they look kinda silly now it’s such a lucky strike that you never even mailed them. they’ll...
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| 107. Motorpsycho - Grindstone |
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The illusion barely keeps you floating the grinding of the wheel preys hard upon the languor yes,things can get too real keep digging mental trenches...
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| 108. Motorpsycho - Ozone |
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I've got blood on my hands, And sand between my toes If the crowd gets too unruly, We'll spray 'em with the hose I'm so bored with the whole thing...
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| 109. Motorpsycho - Queen Chinee |
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Cosmic book colors On a violin river Crying lonardo words From a silk trombone I rang a silent bell Beneath the shower of pearls In the eaglewinged...
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| 110. Motorpsycho - Seethe |
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Wide open and bleeding burn it out,take it away rising eyes seething it will never go away triping in the corners choking on the dust there's no...
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| 111. Motorpsycho - Blueberry Daydream |
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She’s everything I ever dared to pray for she’s as beautiful as spring is short I love her questions,I love her answers, I love her voice annd I...
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| 112. Motorpsycho - Trapdoor |
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It’s such a sorry sight to see you now I swear it hurts me to the bone how cone I never see you laugh anymore? you could’ve been made outta stone...
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| 113. Motorpsycho - Giftland |
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You don’t know me,and I don’t think you ever will cos I don’t even know myself today you can’t own me,and I don’t think you ever could cos...
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| 114. Motorpsycho - How Was I To Know |
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I can still remember When the first snow fell Purity covering decay And I can still remember How you used to laugh And how I loved you on that day ...
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| 115. Motorpsycho - A Memory |
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Ever walked along a beach sometime? The waves washed your past away, hid it in the memory of the sea Ever play your part to perfection sometime? When...
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| 116. Motorpsycho - Greener |
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She wore her hair like a rock’n’roll star with that «wounded bird»-look in her eyes just another femme fatale on the prowl the perfect jaded...
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| 117. Motorpsycho - Mad Sun |
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With your painted lips and your amphetamine eyes you could spellbind any man to see sunshine in your lies but I have seen you way too many times...
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| 118. Motorpsycho - Sheer Profoundity |
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Anything I can do for you,sir? Anything I can do for you ,sir Bet you’ve heard that all your life of course it’s not your fault anything at all...
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| 119. Motorpsycho - Flick Of The Wrist |
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He didn’t wonder all the time he knew it was the wrong thing but the best that he could do another hand out another flick of the wrist another...
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| 120. Motorpsycho - The Slow Phaseout |
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There's nothing I can do to begin to understand I wouldn't dare to get near that quicksand I'm watching your thrills from my home in the hills to me...
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