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Didn't make her - with my Baker Street Ruse.
Couldn't shake her - with my Baker Street Bruise.
Like to take her - I'm just a Baker Street Muse
configence
When I think I've lost control

He will help me with my Muse
In the age of win and lose
With the ancient cup and swords
And a hundred Spanish
quickly fade the moment he's in her arms

(Chorus)

You are finding your way and regaining some faith you're alive again

Just when you think it can't
Oh, advice is fine if you've got a mind
To listen to the end that's got the time
But the muse?ll get ya if you don't watch out
He's equipped to know
Insane I follow my muse

Butchery atrocity
Possessed by this beast
Trust my deeds then watch me bleed
Murder it grants me peace

Tick tick tock
shooting across the sky
But the moment you see him, you know you're gonna try
But he'll disappear without telling you goodbye
Oh, no matter what you think
what you hear?
Yo Paul Sea, yo yo, what wha-what you hear?
Yo Godfather D, I ain't hear what he said, what you hear?
(because I'm the illest motherfucker alive)

Yeah yeah uh huh hold up
King Hov, I'm exactly what the fuck you think
Eleven in a row, Bill Russell rings,
world aiming at a nigga head
(Because I'm the illest motherfucker alive)

Yeah yeah uh huh hold up
King Hov, I'm exactly what the fuck you think
Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse 
And it goes down every might 
This must be what jail is really like 
And I will scratch my way out
Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse 
And it goes down every might 
This must be what jail is really like 
And I will scratch my way out
muse

The sharks in the tank or
The men in the bank
He wants my money to loan
I can?t understand
What the hell is his plan
While he ain't even got a home
think the world is, it's only what you do
Right here, right now
Right this fucking instant that matters
It's your choice to
Sink or swim
Sink or swim
Sink
And magnetism of Alexander himself.

The artist must maintain his swagger.
He must he must he must be intoxicated
By ritual as well as result.
Look at me I
Me and a friend name a Street life Brown
We got a bottle of red and we walked uptown
One hand on a jug and one on time
And he bet me a dollar
to me.
What happens to me now?
What happens to me now?

Stop. Stop. Go. Blank sugar socket.

Your trashy novel muse, she had her way with me.
She
being used
When I hear mostly lies? Oh
In confusion, I think
What a pity to rhyme, oh

Smothering my own muse
By a telepathy line, oh
Telepathy line
the tide
Severed with the losses of logic
Love left me unimpressed
I keep on walking the path of tragedy

let me attend let me represent
My muse lays dead
reaping what he has reaping what he has sown
Absorbed in the darkness of glacial dead water
This sentient creature has touched the vast unknown
Touch
What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building in there?
He has subscriptions to those magazines
He never waves when he goes by

And he's
his friends guitar
That he played
Hm mm mm

He's never been in love
But he knows just what love is
He says never mind
And no one speaks

He thinks he
It was his friends guitar
That he played

He's never been in love
But he knows just what love is
He said nevermind
And no-one speaks

He thinks
She paints her face
With her pretty red lipstick
Laugh at me when I make
Another fool slip
I can't see what she wants from me
So I think I
manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse

Sorry?
'Ooh, ah like a nice tune, 'yer forced too
So he can go on playing, can he
Most certainly, now then
Some
clothes
And the dog ran out and said "you can't turn nothing into nothing is with me no more"
Well I'm no doctor but that monkey might be right
And if he