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Do you remember when we learned how to fly? We'd play make-believe, we were young and had time on our side

Good lyrics always drown me with them till they cease to flow.

I just wanna drink chocolate milk with my lovely!

In starlit nights I saw you,So cruelly you kissed me.Your lips a magic world,Your sky all hung with jewels.The killing moonWill come too

Out of sorrow entire worlds have been builtOut of longing great wonders have been willed

All we shared was a mattress, and a lie, and an addressBaby I don't need you, well baby I don't need youOnce occupied by a goddess, now it's a room full of boxesShe said, "it's time to leave you" but baby I don't need you! In a perfect world... her face would not existIn a perfect world... a broken heart is fixed

We have all lived through that shriveling moment when a parent walks into a room and repeats, with sardonic disbelief, a couplet picked up from the stereo or the TV. 'What does that mean, then?' my mother asked me during Top of the Pops. "Get it on / Bang a gong"? How long did it take him to think of that, do you reckon?' And the correct answer - 'Two seconds, and it doesn't matter' - is always beyond you, so you just tell her to shut up, while inside you're hating Marc Bolan for making you like him even though he sings about getting it on and banging gongs.

Don't give up. It's just the weight of the world.

The houses have been condemned on Memory LaneI__ tired of this struggle that leaves everything the sameI__e tried so hard to make it workthat I__ dying insideWell, you can take my pastBut you can__ have my tomorrowPromises that remain promises are useless and they__e cheapI wish I could put a price on words so I could make them keepI put so much faith in youI lost all my faith in meWell, you can take my pastBut you can__ have my tomorrowI__ giving up on giving upI can__ leave it all to prayer__ause the first step in getting betteris knowing what__ not thereYou said you__ make it betterand that just makes it worseWell, you can take my pastBut you can__ have my tomorrowYes, I want my life to lastSo you can__ have my tomorrowNo, you can__ have my tomorrow

It's not easy in this phosphorescent gloom telling waking dreams apart anyhow.

Why don't you find out for yourself?Then you'll see the glass, hidden in the grass.

I started out with nothing and I've still got most of it left.

My mind is killing me__ The Glass Child, Stuck In My Mind

Virgin suicideWhat was that she cried?No use in stayin'On this holocaust rideShe gave me her cherryShe's my virgin suicide

Because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH!And look around ...can you blame us?!

If he can't sleep, how will he ever dream?

They said they respect me, which means, their judgment is crazy.

I used to dream, and I used to vow;I wouldn't dream of it now.