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Subject: Placebo Sat Dec 18, 2010 9:55 am

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"Come Home"

Stuck between the do or die, I feel emaciated.
Hard to breathe I try and try, I'll get asphyxiated.
Swinging from the tallest height, with nothing left to hold on to.

Every sky is blue, but not for me and you.

Come home, come home, come home, come home.

Glass and petrol vodka gin, it feels like breathing methane.
Throw yourself from skin to skin, and still it doesn't dull the pain.
Vanish like a lipstick trace, it always blows me away.

Every cloud is grey, with dreams of yesterday.

Come home, come home, come home, come home,
come home, come home, come home, come home.

Always goes against the grain, and I can try and deny it
Give a monkey half a brain, and still he's bound to fry it.
Now the happening scene is dead, I used to want to be there too.

Every sky is blue, but not for me and you.

Come home, come home, come home, come home,
come home, come home, come home, come home.

Subject: Re: Placebo Sat Dec 18, 2010 1:43 pm

"Twenty Years"

There are twenty years to go
And twenty ways to know
Who will wear,
Who will wear
The hat.

There are twenty years to go,
The best of all I hope.
Enjoy the ride, the medicine show.

And thems the breaks for we designer fakes.
We need to concentrate on more then meets the eye.

There are twenty years to go,
The faithful and the low.
The best of starts, the broken heart, the stone.
There are twenty years the go,
The punch drunk and the blow.
The worst of starts, the mercy part, the phone.

And thems the breaks for we designer fakes.
We need to concentrate on more then meets the eye.
And thems the breaks for we designer fakes.
But it's you I take 'cause your the truth not I.

There are twenty years to go.
A golden age I know.
But all will pass, will end to fast, you know.

There are twenty years to go,
And many friends I hope.
Though some may hold the rose some hold the rope.

And that's the end and that's the start of it.
That's the whole and that's the part of it.
That's the high and that's the heart of it.
That's the long and that's the short of it.
That's the best and that's the test in it.
That's the doubt, the doubt,
The trust in it.
That's the sight and that's the sound of it.
That's the gift and that's the trick in it.

You're the truth not I.

Subject: Re: Placebo Sat Dec 18, 2010 1:43 pm

"Waiting For The Son Of Man"

Patience comes to the ugly, not me
laughter comes to the lucky, not me
people in my head that won't stop talking
nothing in my dream that isn't creepy crawling

Walking in the park and I think that i'm falling
swimming in the sea and I think i'll
you guessed it
only lifeguards
only lifeguards
packing all the time ??
can save me

waiting
waiting
waiting
for the son of man
for the son of man

Patience comes to the ugly, not me
concentration comes to the ugly, not me
nothing on the box that hasn't been born
no-one in the street that isn't old

Driving in the car and I think that i'm crashing
swimming in the Sea and I think that i'll
you guessed it
only lifeguards
only lifeguards
packing all the time
can save me

waiting
waiting
waiting
for the son of man
for the son of man

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