Lyrics:
Had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
British Museum, had lost its charm
How long I wondered,
Could this thing last
But
And have make up sex,
until the end of time (time, time, time)
(alarm clock rings)
Forgiveness,
does not mean compromising.
Lets forgive and forget
Had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
British Museum, had lost its charm
How long I wondered,
Could this thing last
But
Had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
British Museum, had lost its charm
How long I wondered,
Could this thing last
But
Had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
British Museum, had lost its charm
How long I wondered,
Could this thing last
But
as a password. Causally, the Genius clock alarm beated exactly the same sequence, and, being a drummer himself, he started to imagine in his mind a snare drum
Wildfire On your alarm and hit the snoozer
You waste your life expectancy
If You throw away your hopes and dreams
The night will never end, it'll stay
Oh I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the blue bird as she sings
The six-o'clock alarm would never ring
But six rings and I rise
Wipe the sleep out
Oh I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the blue bird as she sings
The six-o'clock alarm would never ring
But six rings and I rise
Wipe the sleep out
Had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
British Museum, had lost its charm
How long I wondered,
Could this thing last
But
Scales being burnt off my eyes
The alarm is going off
Swallow handfuls of broken glass
I'm bleeding from the inside
Swallowing the truth is just like
strings
Be your Valentino just for you
Ooh love, Ooh lover boy
What're doing tonight hey boy?
Set my alarm turn on my charm
That's because I'm a good
Had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
British Museum, had lost its charm
How long I wondered,
Could this thing last
But
There's nothin else to do, but to alarm themy bout his situation
Lady can you please, call the cops before the lead penitration
Meanwhile, those brothers
prone to a heart attack
Oh, if you kiss you might get some kisses back
Rule no. 1: Never paint a blue sky black
Despite my alarm clock going off late
Had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
British Museum, had lost its charm
How long I wondered,
Could this thing last
But
Had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
British Museum, had lost its charm
How long I wondered,
Could this thing last
But
Had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
British Museum, had lost its charm
How long I wondered,
Could this thing last
But
Had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
British Museum, had lost its charm
How long I wondered,
Could this thing last
But
the mad alarms
Of battle, dying moans, and painful breath
And where the earth was soft for flowers we made
A grave for him that he might better rest
at your lucky charm
Or pray to your god to keep you from harm?
Maybe you'll believe it's just another false alarm
There's a world in action all around us
crossed off, so ring the alarm
Bronx roots, I recruit the thoughts, I'm making bombs
I'm the calm and the stong, Hiroshima the bomb
I have you in
businessclass to Norway, Bergen
Setting off fire-alarms, microphones I'm burning
Fucking shit up like Norwegians in S-train-yards
Don't believe me? Check how I
Dirty boy he gone all stale
And down the stair and hallway crawling
And pig and toast and kitchen brawling
Night-time days are all weekless
Alarm
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