There's no sense in talking music, no of sex can be done I mean, the abstraction of confusing, that's all The of sex is more fun
And the road that will you to both of them Is known for the races and But less of a mystery in music If we get some directions from sex
Sacred The big is moving ground We're in the way
Sacred They to pave it over Sacred it all the same
Well, at you say you'll just do it for love But then you do it friends, right As soon as you do it for Right there's where the ends
How will you navigate between and worse With just these numbers of people to The pop charts are just cutting For the number of units you
spirit gets lost in accounting The takes its toll You find craving more numbers It's the sex-drug of and roll
And it leads you to strange Like image, spin trying to get them to like you, that's what you think How could be such a sin?
Sacred The big is moving ground We're in the way
ground They want to pave it ground Make it all the
Well, what do you want them to you for? See the question to ask, that's the question Would it help you if everyone your face If that were only a mask?
And why do you want them to like change are you trying to bring? Or do you after just their attention Do you them to come when you sing?
ground The big machine is Sacred standing in the way
Sacred They to pave it over Sacred Make it all the
What you to do? What you tryin' to do? their beauty So that you could feel for an hour? Is it the of being attractive, no
It is the attraction of power? See, sex and are much the same We feel hearts and skin And what you are going to get out of them Is what you put in
Sacred The big is moving Sacred standing in the way
Sacred They want to pave it Sacred Make it all the
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