1. |
Pretty Bloody
02:32
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When I wake up alone
and I feel so sick,
in the back of my mind
and I feel this itch.
In the back of my room
and I feel alive
in the back of my mind
and I think this time,
that I know, I've got the blues.
And the doctor says no no no no
and the nurse says go go go go.
Everybody thinks I'm a liar
but I know deep down I am the messiah.
But I know, I’ve got the blues.
When I look in the river
and I see myself.
Yeah I walk on the river.
And I don't know
what to do
In my mind
it all makes so much sense but
I don't really know what to do
I can’t help think you think I’m a fool
I can’t help think you think I’m a liar,
I can’t see why you’d think otherwise.
I can’t see where you’re coming from,
Why you don’t see I’m the holy one,
I can’t help think it’s true
I really really don’t want to be in two.
When I lie in my bed
and I'm feeling the dread
and I'm sick sick sick sick. Dead.
Yeah I’m sick sick dead.
I’m sick sick dead.
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2. |
Marky
02:48
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I hear them calling for,
I hear them calling for me
They want my clever cells.
They want a body to take up there.
And you can’t see
beyond actuality.
As you perceive
fact is all that’s real.
And you can’t see
what it means to me.
I swear, I’m not
Making this up.
I hear them calling for,
I feel them coming for me.
What does it really mean,
When they lean over you?
What do they really do,
when they lean over you?
And you now see
beyond actuality.
And you will dare
to be taken up there.
Now you can see
what it means to me.
You hear them calling for
You hear them calling for me.
And all the difference it
All the difference it makes to me.
What is it they really want?
What is it they really do?
Convinced you they exist indeed
Out there or in my head it seems.
What is it they really want,
What is it they really do?
What is it they really want,
when they’re leaning over you?
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3. |
Treat Me Like a Woman
02:17
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Can I tell you lies? Or will I fuck it up again?
Can I tell you secrets or will my soul be burned down there?
It’s all the same.
Can I tell you lies?
Or will I fuck it up again?
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Julia Robert Cape Town, South Africa
Julia Robert was born in a mouldy garage on top of a hill.
Julia Robert has guitars, keyboards, drums, cables and singers.
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