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[Intro. (Acoustic Guitar)]
He met her in a French cafe
She slipped in sideways like a cat
Sidelong glances what a wary little stray
She sticks in
[Limited Edition Bonus Acoustic Live CD. Paradise Lost cover]

You live for times of solace
Within a sign there's a promise,
Don't lose all faith
Freak of nature, with jaw dropping skill
From the low rhythmic bass lines to the harmonic fills
New Age Funk on acoustic guitar
Always wanted
by degrees
Ramblin' fever
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease

There's times I'd like to bed down on a sofa
Let some good looking man rub
into
By mastery of the mental he was able to see 
What the past and future civilizations had been through
Acoustic imagery transmitted through
The Real Old Mountain Dew
Beside a hill there is a still,
Where the smoke runs up to the sky;
You ean always tell by the whiff and the smell
That
it in a cool dry place'

I drove around the city
Looking for a room
That was high above the water
Where my things could be in tune
There was no
a feeling or is it getting you by? 
Don't say there's no way 
I'll steal what you're dealing 
You're getting us high 

The antidote is stuffed inside my
and silent I stand 
Like some dime store Dalai Lama 

I been searching high and low... 

Angel, devil, it's all the same 
Each one knows me by name
[first: the melody by itself, whistled]

Way high, so high:
Travelin' fast and free.
Spaceman, look down:
Tell me what you see.
Can you see
the kind that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever, there ain't no kind of cure for my disease
that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease

Ramblin' fever
Ramblin' fever
the kind that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever, there ain't no kind of cure for my disease
the kind that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever, there ain't no kind of cure for my disease
the kind that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever, there ain't no kind of cure for my disease
can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease, yeah
the kind that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever, there ain't no kind of cure for my disease
the kind that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever, there ain't no kind of cure for my disease
the kind that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever, there ain't no kind of cure for my disease
can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease, yeah
can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease, yeah
Gucci-Prada-Louis-Samba isn't that neat?
She thinks that everyone is looking as she's passing them by
And everything looks better with heels three-inches high

Fashion!
Within, the dark holds hard
Red Sun rising
Curtain falling
Higher than hope my cure lies

Passion tide
An angel by my side

But no Christ to end
One, two, one!

Two scientists are racing
For the good of all mankind
Both of them side-by-side
So determined

Locked in heated battle
For
One, two, one!

Two scientists are racing
For the good of all mankind
Both of them side-by-side
So determined

Locked in heated battle
For