Suzy was a glad-rag-clad clown run-around. Never even told me her name. But I found it in a half-burnt pin-up Polaroid. Smiling through the wall at her place. Looking at her bed, I sat sucking on a cigarette wonder why I bothered to chase. When I'm tired of making time. I'm tired of making time. So I slip away on the story line. I heard you on the Radio, you were screaming out, you grabbed me by my heart and soul through the speakercone electric hands and touched my face seemed to say we are here,we are. Suzy tried to call said "I'm not waiting for you to come and sweep me away". It isn't that I don't care
I'm just all wired up. Trying to think of something to say
Clinging to a credit card. Waiting for the phone to stop.
Take me back to heaven again, 'cus I'm tired of making time
I'm tired of making sound. So I slip away on the story line. I heard you on the Radio, you were screaming out,you grabbed me by my heart and soul through the speakercone electric hands and touched my face seemed to say we are here,we are. Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh. Don't stop.Don't stop. I'm coming. Down where I can find my feet again. So I slip away on the story line. I heard you on the Radio, you were screaming out, you grabbed me by my Heart and soul through the speakercone electric hands and touched my face seemed to say we are here,we are.[LOVEMYFLASH][/LOVEMYFLASH]
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