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Jeff Buckley Miscellaneous Back In N.Y.C. i see faces and traces of home back in new york city so you think i’m a tough kid is that what you heard? well, i like to see some action, and it eats into my blood well, they let me out of pontiac when i was just seventeen i had to get it out of me if you know what i mean, what i mean. they say i must be crazy ?cause i don’t’ care who i hit, who i hit. cause i know its me that’s hitting out and i’m not full of shit. down by my bottle, filled up high with gasoline you can tell by the night fires where a real has been, has been as I cuddled the porcupine he said i had none to blame but me gave my heart, deep in hell, time to shave, shave it off, it off no time for romantic escape and your fluffy heart is ready for rape no, no time for romantic escape and your fluffy heart is ready for rape off we go. off we go off we go you’re sitting in your comfort who don’t believe' i’m real you cannot buy protection for the way that i feel your progressive hypocrites handing out their trash it was mine in the first place so i’ll burn it to ash. when i’ve eaten all the strongest meats and laid them down in coloured sheets laid them down in colored sheets well, who needs illusions, of love and affection when you’re out walking in the streets, your mainline connection connection as i cuddled the porcupine he said i had none to blame but me held my heart deep in hell time to shave, shave it off, it off. no time for romantic escape and your fluffy heart is ready for rape. no. no time for romantic escape and your fluffy heart is ready for rape. no. no time for romantic escape and your fluffy heart is ready for rape. no time. back in new york city. |
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