: When I feel you right up close to me That's when I get the shakes all over me Shivers down my backbone Shakes in the knee bones Quivers down my thigh
: this is not the end - it's just another song it's only one opinion, right or wrong open up your heart - just one more time for me before we turn to
: Familiar faces seem to come and go. Where have they gone, I wonder? I may never know. I've seen every grace(?), I'm looking forward to something new
: i've heard that voice before somehow, i can't imagine it speaks words without knowing what they mean i've seen that face before somewhere, i can't
you won't live to see tomorrow Secret agent man Secret agent man We've given you a number And taken away your name Just like that Secret agent man Secret agent
: Things don't seem to be as easy As they used to be It's getting harder every day To think of better things to say About what's going on around you
: [Originally by Jefferson Airplane] When the truth is found to be lies and all the joys within you dies don't you want somebody to love don't you need
: hey your kind of acting strange to me you really shouldn't be so rude i think i've seen you change your mind before i've never seen you change your
: Sometimes I think of old friends But they all seem the same Then I see them, and they can't remember my name I guess I'm just like them, I guess I'
: I didn't expect them to know my name Surrounding me like a black steel frame I saw the world go up in flames And I just smiled and stood there, watching
: They can make things worse for me sometimes i'd rather die they can tell me lots of things but i can't see eye to eye well, i know they know the way
: (Instrumental)
: they want us to tell them what to burn into the groove we're just gonna sit and let them make the first move the radio obsession doesn't mean a thing
: they can make things worse for me sometimes i'd rather die they can tell me lots of things but i can't see eye to eye well, i know they know the way
: look at me now, i've got no reason to be like everybody else - so dumb, so happy i like things that bite things that creep at night everybody's asking
: cut your hair (get attacked! get attacked!) rude people stare (get attacked! get attacked!) hawks never fall (get attacked! get attacked!) i hate them
: i'm sick of coloured hair don't care about what you wear i hate the things i see don't care about anarchy i'm sick of boring bands rock stars and all
: if your whole life feels incomplete learn this song and sing yourself to sleep anger turns to hatred - as the nights turn into days people disappoint