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Set Me Up

Level 42

Guaranteed [Bonus Tracks]

1991

Well a thing was said to me
Time's your enemy
It may heal a wound but it won't hide a scar
And the only thing to do
Is to yourself be true

I’ll lick my wounds until i die 
Fall fall fall 
My fallen angel 


Kiss me now, 
Blessed the arm where time has stood 
Kill me now, 
For this just feels

than hear you complain.
I'd pour salt in your wounds, the pleasure it would bring.
Get it through your thick skull, I don't owe you a thing.
When will

be your friend

I can get so wound up, but I feel alright
And if I get some rest, yeah that'd be nice
When I shouldn't do it, I still do it
What

dressed down

I won't be straight when I'm a suture sewing up
Wounds you never had
Who said anything about the future, darlin'
I guess you got it bad

mark
Just salt within the wound
Clear cut away... 

Goodbye to love. Goodbye to home
Goodbye to wings that carried you up all along
Goodbye to love.

Decide to be nothing
A creep they wanna lock up
A stain on their white vest
An uncontrollable fact

Decide to be rusty nail
To infect their wounds

to regress 
"Hi" rubs salt in the wound 
But, the wound is closing to - there's not much the salt can do! 

I recommend to anyone a feeling just like this

You can ride shotty, tease me cuz I can't drive stick
So let's go for a ride
(Get in)
Tease me
Tease me
(Sorry)
I might be nursing the wound
Tease me

Saddle horn
Worn femurs
Worthy bones
Gunsmoke ghosts
The last lost outpost
No call from the wilderness
Can't speak in stone wounds
Wine glasses chink

what made that rugged cross Holy (No)

(No) the cross wasn't holy till the blood was applied
That flowed from His wounds and from His precious side
It

than snow

Thorny was the crown, Jesus ware for us
Grievous were the wounds, He show now much he loved
In this wounds there´s purity
For the poorest

locked down in chains
Information overload
Cauterize and burn the wound
Censor all that try to oppose, it's the truth that we'll expose
Sever the artery

buried in my loves heart.
tape was wound.
life ties back drop figures and puppets in scissor hands.
on the outside all of these words are falling down.

the flesh and the human form

Cruel stars of the night
Shine like an open wound
Chronicle of a death foretold
All the light we can not see
Language older than

have to heal my suffering wounds
I have to break these fucking rules
Got to break them
I have to heal my suffering wounds
I have to break these fucking

rhythm questioning
Makes it right that you feel it
Despite the fear

Don't be so wound and bound
By sentimental mentality
Don't let 'em jerk you round

Salt in my wounds, salt on my food, a pinch with every story I tell
Either bad or good
I just want you to know
I've got to find a way to show you we

Tin Finger

Woven Hand

Consider the Birds

is law
He bares his arms

Faithful the wounds of a friend
Broken down is the right way round
He bares his arms
He bares his arms

Here on this

I walked
Miles around you
We're all in despair
Full up with wounds
Do you overreact to the things that I say?
We're all burning in hell

control
But I'll say it again these wounds take time to mend
But even scars don't make you bulletproof
And your eyes light up the world
You'll always be my

it be the wound that never heals
The wound that steals the friendship that I need

If I compared you to a summers day
It would all come out the wrong

fall down.
marigold.
fall sounds of rain.
why can't i go.
those days when spokes wound baseball cards tear hear them roar.
and faster still those

I wanna scratch your surface
I wanna feel your groove
I wanna be your needle
I wanna lick your wound
You wanna play with fire?
Stick and poke