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Morcheeba Parts Of The Process

: Flocking to the sea Crowds of people wait for me Sea gulls scavenge Steal ice cream Worries vanish Within my dream I left my soul there, Down by the

: Too much of a good thing Has really burnt me out I'm sick of satisfaction And living in a drought Just be yourself Anyway that you want to Just be

: Using your mind Imagine our skin Joined at the hip Joined from within By using your eyes You're freezing my frame Watching our clothes burst into flames

: Tune in, drop out of love, Pull the trigger, I'm a hippie, So said a truth, in blood, Alive and well, You push the buttons. Standing in line of fire

: Waking to these sounds again I wonder how I'll sleep Passing out is taking off into the stubborn deep I'd like to meet a human who makes it all seem

: Angels Smiling on my happiness Danger 'Cause the scene is still a mess ( We can all be blast) Don't stop just yet We've got the world looking in Our

: Driving with your Handbrake on But you can't smell the burning Colliding with oblivion Just to keep heads turning Man i want some, pretty cash It's

: I never thought this would happen that u would let me down taking all this for granted i wanna shout aloud don't let it go i want u to know i can'

: They wanted me here Just to show you my face But when it comes to the crunch I just hide in disgrace You're calling me mad But I know you're the same