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Underground eXperts United
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Presents...
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[uXu Lyrics: Curve - Radio Sessions] [ By The Chief ]
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Group/Artist : Curve ## ## ## ##### ## ##### #####
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Country : UK ## #### ## ## ## ## ##
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Album : Radio Sessions (ANXCD 80) ## ## ##### ## ## #####
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Label/Year : BBC & Anxious Records 1993 ## ## ## ## ## ## ##
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Tracks/Length: 8 36:02 ###### ## ## ## ## ##### #####
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CD Recording : ---
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Last Updated : 10-Nov-1993
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(BV: word(s)) Backing Vocals
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[repeat #] Repeat the words on this line # times
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[...] Indicating words that I can't hear
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[***] Indicating a lot of unhearable could-be lyrics
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A collection of Curve's Peel Sessions on one CD! The second collector's item
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from Curve in a short while. We're the lucky ones. :)
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30th March '91
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@SONG: Ten Little Girls
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You think of no-one but yourself
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You see the rest of us as fools
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You think of no-one but yourself
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You see the rest of us as fools
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He said, don't feel guilty
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Don't go crazy, don't get, paranoid with me
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You play the prophet like a man
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It makes no sense in the overall master plan
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She said, don't feel guilty
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Don't go crazy, don't get, paranoid with me
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[--rap--]
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You can't push your luck now
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You can't push your luck now
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Don't go crazy
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Don't feel, feel, feel
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Don't get, get, get
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[--rap--]
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Ten little girls come out to play
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They don't stand a chance, and got blown away
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Say it isn't so
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Ten little boys come out to play
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They don't stand a chance, and got blown away
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Say it isn't so
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Nine little girls got blown away
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No, no, no, no
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They didn't even have their own place to stay
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Say it isn't so
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Nine little boys got blown away
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No, no, no, no
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They didn't even have their own place to stay
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Say it isn't so
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[--rap--]
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@SONG: No Escape From Heaven
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(THE Blindfold EP.)
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I can see through your eyes, the back of your mind
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All that's said is fiction, the blind leading the blind
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I like to take your clothes off, and play for a while
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Now hold my hand in summertime, walk for miles and you'll be a man
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Hold my hand in summertime, and you are mine
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It's no escape from heaven, try is in my eyes
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It's no escape from heaven
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I lie on the floor, don't open your eyes
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Just listen to the sweetness of a slumber dive
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Wake my heart of anger, let me in love
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Push me into danger, give me a shove
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Hold my hand in summertime, walk for miles and you'll be a man
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Hold my hand in summertime, and you are mine
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It's no escape from heaven, try is in my eyes
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It's no escape from heaven
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It's no escape from heaven, try is in my eyes
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It's no escape from heaven
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Hold my hand in summertime
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Ohh just hold my hand in summertime
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Hold me, hold me, hold me like you used to
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Hold me, hold me, hold me like you used to
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Hold me, like you used to
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Hold me, like you used to
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Hold my hand in summertime, walk for miles and you'll be a man
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Hold my hand in summertime
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Ohh Hold me, hold me, like you used to
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@SONG: The Colour Hurts
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In mongst the beginning
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The final curtain descends
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The doorway to dating
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Has revealed, it smells tense
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The colour hurts, in this last breath of sins
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Why do you grow inside me
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It smells of dew as if spirals to victory says
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Why do you grow inside me
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Leave me alone
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I was doing okay before
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But now you're here, hold my hand
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Now you've won, I understand
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The colour hurts, in this last breath of sins
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Why do you grow inside me
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It smells of dew as if spirals to victory says
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Why do you grow inside me
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Leave me alone
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Ohh leave me alone
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It's a [...] world for the complex is a [...] of sins
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The colour hurts, in this last breath of sins
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Why do you grow inside me
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It smells of dew as if spirals to victory says
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Why do you grow inside me
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Sell me some rebirth [repeat 4]
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@SONG: Coast Is Clear
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(THE Frozen EP.)
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Above my bed, in this ugly room
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Hangs the whisper of the same man
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You can't be my father, for the love we've shown
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It's just a little to me, it's never enough to swallow those pills
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Now I'm sick, and always will be
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Take it, I don't want it, you can have what you like
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Just don't try to trick me to sleep, don't turn out the lights
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You can't be my father, for the love we've shown
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It's just a little to me, it's never enough to swallow those pills
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Now I'm sick, and I always will be
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Dreams of meeting truth, be my father
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Dreams of meeting truth, for the [...]
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Dreams of meeting truth, be my father
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Dreams of meeting truth
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Now I'm sick, always, always, always
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Just when you thought it was all right [repeat 4]
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Open your eyes now, girl
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Coast is clear [repeat 10]
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23rd February '92
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@SONG: Die Like a Dog
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(THE Cherry EP.)
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Could've, inable
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I will take the fall
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Could've, [...]
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I will play ball
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Hiding inner hope
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I am secret oath
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I get black and cold
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I won't play ball
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Peace in a world free from religion
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Peace in a world where everyone gets heaven
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Peace in a world free from religion
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Peace in a world where everyone gets heaven
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I'd like to say, to say that I'd survive
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I'd like to [...], to say that I'd survive
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Peace in a world free from religion
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Peace in a world where everyone get heaven
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Peace in a world free from religion
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Peace in a world where everyone gets heaven
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Just try not to die like a dog
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End up alone, freezing from the smog
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I'm just trying not to die in vain
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Then leave my mark, stake my claim
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Peace in a world free from religion
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Peace in a world where everyone gets heaven
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Peace in a world free from religion
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Peace in a world where everyone gets heaven
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Peace in a world free from religion
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Peace in a world where everyone gets heaven
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Peace in a world, Peace in a world, Peace in a world
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Free from religion
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Listen to my eyes clean
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In colorful confessions
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I remember mutual aggression
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Is all in the body's lips
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@SONG: Horror Head
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(THE Horror Head EP.)
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Fireworks, blue and green
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I can see what they sing
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But you are away
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You always smile
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Boxing ring
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The back of mules
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You can really see, from the inside
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Across the room
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There's a horror in my head
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When the blanket is gone
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From the floor in my castle
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Where I see the sun from
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There's a horror in my head
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When the blanket is gone
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From the floor in my castle
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Where I see the sun from
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[-talk-]
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In the comfort of this room
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The challenge died
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Remember you and me
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We laughed 'til we cried
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@SONG: Arms Out
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(THE FaŒt accompli EP.)
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Oh I've seen that chapter in your eyes
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It will tear us, apart
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Something I don't understand
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Has taken hold of you
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Made you less than a man
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Now here is open space
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That was filled with you
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That was filled with you
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Silent tune is the only answer
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To disconnect will be my shelter
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Time, is running out on you
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Time, won't be abused, abused, abused, abused
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If only you knew
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I'd be in love with you
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If only you cared
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I would throw my arms, and I would throw my arms out
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You call me [...] on the phone
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You have watched me [...]
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With the secrets you have told
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It's the end of us
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It's the end of us
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Pride, is getting in your way
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It's only time, that can truly save
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Can save, can save, can save
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If only you knew
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There would be nothing new
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If you only come to care
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I would throw my arms and I would throw my arms
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And I would throw my arms and I would throw my arms
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Arms out
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Arms out
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Time, is made out of you
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With this, everything I do, I do, I do, I do
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If only you knew
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There would be nothing new
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If you only come to care
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I would throw my arms and I would throw my arms out
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If only you knew
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There would be nothing new
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When you come to care
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I would throw my arms and I would throw my arms
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And I would throw my arms and I would throw my arms
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And I would throw my arms and I would throw my arms out
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@SONG: Split Into Fractions
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(THE Doppelg„nger LP.)
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Yeah
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Guilty much more from new
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I can't confide all I want to
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Spiteful with the fact of life
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Not everyone you meet is that nice
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When we scratch below the surface
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The characters have merged, [...]
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That split into fractions in front of your eyes
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I'm so bitchin', love to be it
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My friends and I just love to meet
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We meet all the time 'cause we think we're clever
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So surreal, it makes us feel better
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We think we're so, clever
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The characters have merged, [...]
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That split into fractions in front of your eyes
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In front of them
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There is nothing to behold
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In front of them
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You can't be sure what you're dealing with
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And that's got to be good for you
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I'd die on the cross before I crossed you
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You know I'd never hurt you
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I'm just not that type of girl
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Die on the cross before I cross you
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Know I'd never hurt you
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Just not that type
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I'm just not that type of girl
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[ Transcribed by listening to the CD a *number* of times (how strange eh?) ]
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[ Corrections, whatever : E-Mail me or write your own! chief@lysator.liu.se ]
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[ This is uXu File #141 - Curve - Radio Sessions - ----uXu Lyrics 1993---- ]
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Underground eXperts United 1993
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ftp: ftp.lysator.liu.se directory: /pub/texts/uxu
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zero.cypher.com directory: /pub/uxu
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etext.archive.umich.edu directory: /pub/Zines/UXU
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centreville-3207.dorm.umd.edu directory: /pub/uxu
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fsp: 146.169.2.1 21 dir: /other101/Online-Book-Initiative/NewsLetters/UXU
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