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Always the same
Got my head on straight
I dont want too much
Got my head on my body
Its the scenery
That could stop me from speaking
Lay your hands on me
Im not wasting my body
I want to take you down the only road I know
Hide you from the world and keep you for my own
Let me build an altar for you stoke the flame
I know how to take my pleasure with my pain
Let me admire
Let me see with your eyes
Wasted years of my desire
On some cold ideal
Its the same for me
You could stop me from speaking
Lay your hands on me
Im not wasting my body
Theres a red light on the ceiling
And I feel the earth leaning away