Caprice

(album: P.H.U.Q. - 1995)

Mix-up start, stop, start
Wait a minute, shut down
Losing the plot, losing the plot, losing the plot
'Til there's nothing to see but the ground
Head inside a rut, it's like my mind is shut
I hope I cope this time
Drink and drugs will only amplify
I've still got my music so let's give it a try
Sounds that can soothe you
Well, sounds that can move you
And improve you child

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Help me see this pain doesn't matter, I'm fine
No-one gets me, I don't get me
No-one gets me, I don't get me
I just need a little time
Head inside a rut, the mental link is cut
I'm holding on for life
No-one knows quite what to really say
Guess they wouldn't make a difference anyway
Friends they can use you
Friends they can use you and abuse you child
But never be denied, like the circles in the sky
Heaven ain't rolling, rolling, rolling...

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