There's no sense in about music, no of sex can be done I mean, the of music's confusing, that's all The directness of sex is fun
And the that will lead you to both of them Is for the races and wrecks But there's less of a in music If we just get directions from sex
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Sacred They want to it over Sacred Make it all the
Well, at first you say you'll do it for love But then you do it with friends, As as you do it for money Right there's where the ends
How will you navigate between and worse With just these numbers of to count? The pop charts are just notches For the number of units you
When spirit gets lost in The takes its toll You find yourself more numbers the sex-drug of rock and roll
And it leads you to addictions Like image, marketing Just trying to get them to like you, what you think How could that be a sin?
Sacred The big is moving ground We're in the way
ground They want to it over ground Make it all the
Well, what do you want them to like you See That's the question to ask, the question Would it help you if knew your face If face were only a mask?
And why do you want them to you? What change are you to bring? Or do you after just their attention Do you want to come when you sing?
ground The big is moving ground We're in the way
Sacred They to pave it over ground Make it all the
What you to do? What you to do? Capture their beauty So you could feel loved for an hour? Is it the power of attractive, no
It is just the attraction of See, sex and music are much the We feel with and skin And what you are to get out of them both Is just you put in
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