What took us over?
This world got us nowhere
I thought we were closer
I can't stop for fading out

We should get me out of this town
I'll grow a rock in the head 
Just getting stoned in the brain
Presently they look to my room
But dressing like a physical guy gives a natural smile

Don't train too much
No change to you

And you were standing in my room
With your natural smile
And like your heart in the cold air
I can't stop for fading out

Natural 2mile

Harry

Youll Go Far

When Did My Angel Go

Don't take too much, silly billy, if you can't hold tight.
Our day don't march us together, so away you'll fly.
Don't take too much, silly, silly. Let it go, still time,
I'm yours, if you'd be so kind. 
Be mine tonight.

I'm not American. I'm not American.
I'm not American. I'm not American.

It was a difficult time
I didn't know how or who to hide
It was a cretinous drive
Can't beat them



When we kiss and I know that I can't hide

I'm Not American

Dedication to Vindication
I'm second now to none
Infatuation, purification
Burning books of love

No, only mirrors cut.
Now, only mirrors come.

Oh, Book-Man, you're in a whirl
On and on, forever girl 
Oh, Book-Man, they're in a whirl
On and on, forever world

Through syndication, illiteration 
Is pushing past portents 
You see their patients upsetting nations
A hexagon of love

I see your colours in the city when your days come home
I see indifference and pity when you take control

The Library

Walking Back

When I was young
Time held my hand
Drifted into your life
Always my band

Presence I have
Long will we learn
No one will kick around
Looks like you heard

Willful ignorance
Willful ignorance
Willful ignorance

You started something up again
Rolling rolling rolling over walls
Back with your wits again
Like a four letter heard you twice
No one will kick you thrice
Looks like you heard
Looks like you heard
Looks like you heard
Like, I'm playing this drive
Willful ignorance
Like, I'm playing this drive
Like, I'm playing this drive
Willful ignorance
Like, I'm playing this drive
Like, I'm playing this drive
Willful ignorance

Wilfull Ingorance

Been counting every day that I feel the same
The same way about you
Been counting every drop of rain since that day
The day that I found you

It's so hard that it's a crime
Map the walls
With my mind 

And that's when I realised
This all was cold as ice
And I couldn't see for stars

Polyester - Tantrum

A Step Backwards

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