Lyrics:
I know
This shit don’t make no sense
Sense, sense
When did life get so intense
Tense, tense
These days I talk to myself, myself
Doctor says I should
hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're
I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have
床下のHigh society
寸劇の狂喜は美しい
Abnormal culture=Modem normal
自滅的で美しい
A sense of beauty...
Supply and demand
酷く高価なMasquerade
麻痺してゆく快感に溺れる
Abnormal
the radar
It was somewhere between sixty-seven
Or -eight
Men, they are concerned with her fate
People lit up when they saw her face
All was well with a sense
We don't need to make sense to them
We don't need to make sense to them
We don't need to make sense to them
Love, Hate, Numb, Sense, War, Peace, Feel Redemption
Sense the spirits rise and fall
A fiddler plays in Donegal
The story resounds, the tune rings on
The given note, the given song
And now a child
breathing
Losing all sense of time
The most fragile of things
Captivates and embraces you
Surrender and be witness
To this rarest of moments
You
Thank you for the time
Like a razor kiss my wound
Cut me to open
I'm ready to use
Bring the newer ending sense
I need the comfort
to settle for less
Than we have got potential to be
Song of the sirens call
There is a fire within her eyes
Blinding my senses (now I am searching)
all begins?
With a quiet explosion within
Like a raindrop falling on skin
Am I falling into feeling?
Falling to my senses
You fill up the heart
Perfectionisme
Keep the focus
Eyes wide open
Unplug your ears
Get the noise right
Perfectionisme , and Hail the senses
Perfectionisme , and Hail
more sense
Out of the back end of a mule
Screw you
Oh, you bloody young fools
I could get more sense
Out of the back end of a mule
So you see
many dollars not enough sense
Rich man's son he goes away to college
He has such fun no work and all play
He's not there for getting any knowledge
to settle for less
Than we have got potential to be
Song of the sirens call
There is a fire within her eyes
Blinding my senses (now I am searching)
Sent away to die, never quite knowing why
Sometimes it makes no sense at all
Makes no sense at all
Ten thousand people look my way
But they can't
This is the accent of the half hearted land
Does it all make sense now
And if the ship was built in bottled sand
Does it all make sense now
Young folk
Tendin' Sunday School
They sing merrilly 'bout the golden rule
Horse sense preaching all the day
They all hollar in the righteous way
Where do you get your sense of humor from
Where do you get your sense of humor from
Where do you get your sense of humor from
to
As of now, I bet you got me wrong
So unsure, we reach for something strong
I haven't felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
it's cooler now
an opening of the senses
she's snowy wise
lined and kind
pen in her mouth
hair in pencils
it's cooler now
an opening
my trembling hand
When we know the time has come
Lose my senses, lose command
Feel your healing rivers run
Is it every time I fall
That I
After the first embrace from you my senses knew
The look of love was in your eyes
and after we first make love our senses tingle to
Thetouch oh
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