Richard Ashcroft
Running Away
Don't drink me I'm like turpentine
Make you blind, burn your insides
If I don't know me then I don't know you
Can't figure out what I'm supposed to do
I ain't running away from my mind this time
There's a killer in me and a killer in you
A little talent but a lot would do
If I don't know me then I don't know you
I don't know why I do the things I do
I ain't running away from my mind this time
Too stressed to eat, too tired to sleep
Alien to all you meet
It's the season of the which, it's the season of the spin
And nobody knows what state we're in
It's the season of the which, it's the season of the spin
And nobody knows the trouble we're in
It's the season of the which, it's the season of the spin
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Fools, they think I do not know the road I'm taking
If you meet me on the way, hesitating
That is just because I know which way I will choose
The corridors of discontent that I've been travelling
On the lonely search for truth, the world's so frightening
Nothing's going right today cos nothing ever does
Oooo, I don't wanna know your secrets
Oooo, they lie heavy on my head
Oooo, let's break the night with colour
Time for me to move ahead
Monday morning coming down like understanding
Momma thinks you are the ground, you're lookin so frightning
Nothing's going right today cos nothing ever does
Oooo, I don't wanna know your secrets
Oooo, they lie heavy on my head
Time for me to break my cover
Time for me to move ahead
(give it up, here we go again
Gonna give it up, here we go again)
Oooo, I don't wanna know your secrets
Oooo, they lie heavy on my head
Oooo, let's break the night with colour
Time for us to move ahead
Este tema ha sido editado por Salax: 06 August 2006 - 08:47 PM