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The Psychedelic Furs

I Don't Mine

 

I Don't Mine

(album: Book Of Days - 1989)


Lit like halloween
And roadtop signs
That I can't read
Dream from out of place
And aimed at empty songs
That he said
On knees I wait
From falling off my feet
And god is gold
Dust a shallow grave
Will follow you and me
And fall on you
Sleep comes
It's like a dream
And conversation speaks
In made up lines repeat
Say what I said
Red light or green
Scared but I can't speak
Paved boredom grey
Take what I need
From out of place
Sleep comes
It's like a dream
And conversation speaks
In made up lines repeat
Say what I said
Lit like halloween
They nailed up signs
But I can't see
And tongues that sing like breathe
Impersonate you, me, you
Sleep comes
It's like a dream
And conversation speaks
In down my sleep repeat
Say what I said
A mirror tries to fill my time
A boredom eyes blind
With all that's yours that you call lives
And aimed at empty songs and he said
A mirror tries to fill my time
A boredom eyes blind
With all that's yours that you call lives
I don't mine
Sleep comes
It's like a dream
And conversation speaks
In made up lines repeat
Say what I said
Say what I said

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