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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Surround Sounds: A Musical And Sonic Spectacular in Surround (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Too Close for Comfort (Terry & the Pirates) · Too Close for Comfort (Terry & the Pirates) · Too Close For Comfort (John Labelle) · Too Close for Comfort (Terry & the Pirates) · Too Close for Comfort Tour Film (Darren Hayes) · Too Close for Comfort (Darren Hayes) · McFly (Five Colours in Her Hair) (McFly) · Memory Lane: The Best of McFly (McFly) – and 90 other albums »


You're too far away for me to run to
A million galaxies live within you
Why can't I cry my way to your dimension
Or a new dimension not only out
none; the sunrise calls, I've lingered on
Too close for comfort and I don't know quite why
I feel like crying 
I know we'll never dance like we used
none; the sunrise calls, I've lingered on
Too close for comfort and I don't know quite why
I feel like crying 
I know we'll never dance like we used
CottleRock, do it for K.Nit
K-N-I-T, Sub R-O-C
Only we save we

Verse Three: MF Doom

By candlelight my hand will write these rhymes 'til I'm burnt out
the fiery eyes
Armageddon movin close by
I toast to the only Most High
Here to stomp out egos and pride
Soon to blow like when worlds collide
Me
this much 
Too many friends too close 
You might collapse from an overdose 

I was raised to never follow after no man 
To be my own man 
So I can
afire
Could send them straight to Hell

[Part II: Torments]

Far away, but much too close for comfort
Carnival's calliope is playing
Halloway sits in
Yo, there's still time

As the door close, the cold wind blows
Down America like the Wall of Jericho
Some will walk the sheet close
Many are called
And lose all individualism
Well this is happiness, masochistic torture, plagued by the decadent, craved for affection
The needle digs deep to push
80 bars, 80 scars
Yo, engineer turn me up, yo

I started off in the underground
From mono to stereo, now I'm surround sound
Blowing through your
grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
Oddity, why did he, why do
I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
to the side

I’ll keep all my plans
Close to my chest (wait for it, wait for it, wait)

I’ll wait here and see
Which way the wind
Will blow
I’m taking
don't clown, the got love for my sound
They want to see a party go down
With a cigarette burning past the filter, degrees
In the club hot mic feeds,