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ÀÌ°Å ¹ßÀ½ÀÌ ¾Ë¾Æ µè±â°¡.. ¤»¤» ÂðÆÒÀε¥.. ¤»¤» ¾ÏÆ° ÁÁÀº °¡»çÀ롂 °°À½.. Was that somebody screaming... It wasn't me for sure I lift my head up from uneasy pillows Put my feet on the floor Cut my wrist on a bad thought And head for the door Outside on the pavement The dark makes no noise I can feel the sweat on my lips Leaking into my mouth I'm heading out for the steep hills They're leaving me no choice And see...as our lives are in the making We believe through the lies and the hating That love goes free For want of an option I run the wind 'round I dream pictures of houses burning Never knowing nothing else to do With death comes the morning Unannounced and new Was it too much to ask for To pull a little weight... They forgive anything but greatness These are scoundrel days And I'm close to calling out their names As pride hits my face See...as our lives are in the making We believe through their lies and the hating That love goes free through scoundrel days I reach the edge of town I've got blood in my hair Their hands touch my body From everywhere But I know that I've made it As I run into the air And see...as our lives are in the making We believe through the lies and the hating That love goes free Through scoundrel days You say the world's an eventful place You give me news I don't want to know You say that I should care That I should speak my mind Oh, but how can I speak of the world Rushing by With a lump in my throat And tears in my eyes Oh, have we come to the point of no turning back Or is it still time to get into The swing of things Let us walk through this windless city I'll go on till the winter gets me Oh, "sleep..." you wrote "sleep, my dear" In a letter somewhere Oh, but how can I sleep with your voice in my head With an ocean between us And room in my bed Oh, have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip Or is it still time to get into The swing of things Oh, when she glows in the dark And I'm weak by the sight Of this breathtaking beauty In which I can hide Oh, there's a worldful out there Of people I fear But given time I'll get into The swing of things Yes, when she glows in the dark and I'm struck by the sight I know that I'll need this for the rest of my life What have I done What lies I have told I've played games with the ones that rescued my soul Oh, have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip Or is it still time to get into The swing of things ²Å»ç¸®·Î ³Ê¹Ù³ª ³ë·¡µµ.. We passed upon the stair we spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there he said I was his friend Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone a long long time ago Oh no not me We never lost control You're face to face With The Man Who Sold The World I laughed and shook his hand and made my way back home I searched for form and land for years and years I roamed I gazed a gazley stare at all the millions here We must have died along a long long time ago Who knows not me I never lost control You're face to face With The Man Who Sold The World Who knows not me We never lost control You're face to face With the Man who Sold the World Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam Sunbeams are never made like me Verse 1 Don't expect me to cry For all the reasons you had to die Don't ever ask your love of me Pre-Chorus Don't expect me to cry Don't expect me to lie Don't expect me to die for thee Chorus Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam Sunbeams are never made like me Verse 2 Don't expect me to cry For all the reasons you had to die Don't ever ask your love of me Pre-Chorus Don't expect me to cry Don't expect me to lie Don't expect me to die for thee Guitar Solo Pre-Chorus Don't expect me to cry Don't expect me to lie Don't expect me to die for thee Chorus Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam Sunbeams are never made like me Verse 3 Don't expect me to cry For all the reasons you had to die Don't ever ask your love of me Outro Don't expect me to cry Don't expect me to lie Don't expect me to die Don't expect me to cry Don't expect me to lie Don't expect me to die for thee Ad Libs I guarantee you I will screw this song up so ... What song is it Well, I'll at least know which part I'll screw up Yeah, like he only screws one up Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer Take second best Put me to the test Things on your chest You need to confess I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there Reach out and touch faith Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith |
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