Better bite your tongue
before it gets the best of you
you were always so sick and so soft
Bow down now
before your holy ghost
it always mesmerizes us every time it comes around
Treat it like your mother would
and please hold it tight
and please keep it safe and warm
in the arms of Midnight
you can lose it so easily
I carved a heart
into a sycamore tree
then shot the arrow and I watched it bleed
funny how this strong wind
has all but turned to lightning
I will fall upon my knees now for I fear the end is coming soon
Treat it like your mother would
and please hold it tight
and please keep it safe and warm
in the arms of Midnight
you can lose it so easily
sold my soul to win your heart
went underground for you
no black thing on god's green world
I wouldn't do it to get through
nothing more you loved than watch me
twisting at the stake
thought you had my number, baby
heart's a rattlesnake
but i get around i get around i get around i get around
i get around i get around don't tell me you don't hear that sound
and maybe you don't love me, I won't let you go to ground
I get around I get around I get around
don't I think about it, baby, don't you wonder
well I'm thinking all the time
thinking how to make you burn make you simmer
make the sentence worth the crime
gonna make a noise gonna make you hear
so I hope you get the news
wanna make you know this heart of mine's
too black to get the blues
but i get around i get around i get around i get around
i get around i get around don't tell me you don't hear that sound
and maybe you don't love me, I won't let you go to ground
I get around I get around I get around
you know everybody loves somebody
so where did our love go
now they call me mr. lonely
you can ask the man, Ringo
and I'm feeling like a rag doll
in the house of the rising sun
and I'm leading my own pack
and you ain't my number one
cause i get around i get around i get around i get around
i get around i get around don't tell me you don't hear that sound
and maybe you don't love me, I won't let you go to ground
I get around I get around I get around
Finally found what I was seeking
Problem is I'm not sleeping no more
At least I can close the door
She was my beacon, she made me wait
Focus of love, hate and everything
Now what's left of me?
Left it all in Amsterdam
Fighting for some kind of plan
It's a long ride home
Now I feel so alone
Victim of distance, circumstance
Took a chance
It's a long ride home
Hard when you get what you wanted
Not what I hoped for at all
Time that my life is restarted
Bury the torch, walk down the hall
Long for what I'm missing
Problem is I can't be kissing that...
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