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Brother you look like the Taj Mahal - one colossal dome above you and the smell of something other,a pillar and a scimitara little...Yes I miss you like a formless hide - stretching over me and dangled from the coastguard in a chopperthe scaffold of me all awrya little...Broke your shoulder on the library steps - hanging round there in the dark just doing nothing or whateverWhat do you mean you saw the stars?You little...I could write it in a murder font - I could say it in a way that would be lying or whateverI don't want them to tell us apart!You say that I'm an overlord? I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant,in watery blasts, than all of my past!You seen me on the bridge a lot. But I never leapt over, the pent upperMy number is up, my number is upBut infinite and joyless little high fives are singing "praise the lord"and "pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" and "you matter not, and you matter not"And is it, the flogging of the Flintstone - that I'm supposed to be?The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin' - the drummer goes on, the drama goes on(Teach me how to hold)Letras de cancionesAnd I don't wanna make a scene - I don't wanna think about the 3rd world hunger or whatever Cos thinking always comes acrossa little...There's a meeting of the worlds tonight - right above my head a miracle the sun erupt foreverI barely ever raise my eyesa little...(Teach him how to hold!)And oh I wanna make the peace - and god I gotta be on the train past the ruins the wall and the druids oh pleaseI'm whining like a braking bus - maybe I can sit here and do nothing clever with a laserI'm not about to open up!You say that I'm an overlord? I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant,in watery blasts, than all of my past!You seen me on the bridge a lot. But I never leapt over, the pent upperMy number is up, my number is upBut infinite and joyless little high fives are singing "praise the lord"and "pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" and "you matter not, and you matter not"And is it, the flogging of the Flintstone - that I'm supposed to be?The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin' - the drummer goes on, the drama goes onThe drummer goes on, the drama goes on - my number is up, my number is upEarth, I take a long time, to learn about the big one - Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn nil aboutEarth. Remember how men, would understand the heavens - but leaving those streetlights on - You can't see nothing thereSo learn me anything goodTeach me something that works, I take a long time, to learn about the big one - Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick about Earth. Remember good men, would understand the heavens - and leaving those streetlights on - a ghost dark hemisphere Earth. I take a long time, to learn about the big one - Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick aboutEarth.Remember good man, you understand the heavens - but leaving those streetlights on? From Letras Mania