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I'd like to be 
Your passion, your muse, your fuze
It's clear to me
These feelings are mutual 
Baby come clean
Could give you what you want
Have no

Intoxicated by your love
Head over heels, bout the things you do
Always longing for your touch
Gotta keep it real, and let you know the deal
I'm so wrapped up

I am considerably richer than you
And my band is, by far, way much better too
Sartorially superior to you
In the mosh pit I rock it harder than you

life
You're my muse, my muse
So let's take a walk
Down the aisle
And play the blues, the blues, the blues
Blues
blues...blues... bluess
Blues

Here's to you, my Muse, before you I'm enthused about your view, the look of you
So let me now embrace your beauty and your grace
And let me stand

back, by your
Sweet disguise, saw your cutie eyes
Made me realize, the
Sweet perfume, Maison Francis Rouge
Baby, I'm hooked on you
You got me trippin over

Eaten up by the wall of fame
Now tell me do you bleed
Find your name it's written on your shame
Are you weak to even seek it
Tell me my muse could

Thinking of you
All alone in the room
Searching for answer to it all
The going got tough
You stood by my side
You helped me stand up and walk tall

Instilling blind eviction
Provoking mass consumption

It's time to face the muse
You've lost your minds now
We've lost the will to choose
What we inject into

emotional
That's it
My, my
My muse I think it's time
we call it truce
My former muse
Now it's all about me
No more writing about
((My, my, my muse
I think

Attracted by your groove
Polished soul, from a summer in June
You move me like the world around you
Your diamond eyes and your golden hairdo
We can

a-muse

I can hear you crying
if you want I'll watch you die
we could be surviving
and the time would pass us by

Retina Scryer
she (w)rote it in a moor

one of these things is not like the others
selected infotainment brought to you by little brother
like the enigmatic myth of a cause sent adrift
many

a fire
While the ghosts of the soldiers
That lived there before us
Laugh with their guns by their side
I hear them laugh, with their guns by their side

got the gat on me
You know what I'm saying?

And it ain't like I'm trying to be a tough guy
Or trying to make people think I'm crazy
By sayin' all

She Was Born to Be My Unicorn

Marc Bolan

Words & Music

1978

She was born to be my Unicorn
Robed head of ferns
Cat child tutored by the learned.

Darkly ghostish host
Haggard vizier of the moats
Seeks

There's a hole in the fog from where the music flows
We warm our bones by its waning glow
Like each note slips through between a reef
Like a galleon

Now my voice collapses into hard work and exhaustion
She's strangled by contentedness
I'm no muse either, I don't inspire
I'm not vague enough
I'm

from sight.

Through the depths, the night their guide,
By devil's hand, they swiftly glide.
Their laughter rings, its evil sings,
They feed on fear,

friends do.

But she‘s dancing barefoot in the club again
cnd I‘ll be in love by 3 am.
She‘s turned this place into a ballroom
Where a disco ball colors up

of creation, I prevail
Creativity, oh sweet muse divine
Unleash your magic, let our spirits entwine
Through every struggle, every high and low
In the dance

You are my muse
You are the genius in my walls
Bringing me back to the earth 
When i've gone too far out
Collecting
The pieces missing
Granting me

I hope you were amused by the Muse
That floated out through me
I hope the Muse amused you
As It floated out through me
I didn't see the Muse
I didn't

Girl stop speedin up
You're going fast enough
We'll get there on time
Look into the lane ahead
Stopping by
The last sunset
Clouds are covering