GETTING REAL
WITH WHAT WE FEEL
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Mess With My Head
come and mess with my head stir up the boredom come and mess up my bed come and get you some... hey boy what you doing tonight I am an angel can't you see my light the rings through my skin don't mean I'm into pain jut like the hole in my head doesn't mean I am insane I'm just burning some midnight oil lighting fires where faeries might fly and if you dare to open my forbidden box you might find a new way to get high and truth is a lie that sucks everyone in for at least long enough to let belief begin and faith is a lie that lasts more than a week it took seven days, so to speak let me mess with your head let me unzip your fly understand all I said and you'll know truth's a lie... hey girl what you doing right now is there a limit on what we allow our body to feel and your mind to think we know a glass in a hand does not mean we drink it's just keeping us out of trouble you know giving our hands something to do like the cigarette hanging from our lips just one more way of hiding the blue and not facing what is true the truth is a lie that sucks everyone in for at least long enough to let belief begin and faith is a lie that lasts more than a week long enough to turn another cheek... come and mess with our heads press up against this come and wake up the dead come and share a kiss... coming up to bliss... . . . . . let the music mess with your head let the music mess up your bed let the music forget what was said let the music take us beyond the blue, beyond the red beyond the dead... where the soul is fed . . . . . here's some candy stranger laughing at the danger messing with my head where this song has lead where the soul is fed . . . . . fuck the sin, let's begin to reach beyond the age old fears let's find out what's life's about and who really cares who really shares who really dares who's really here? . . . . . come and mess with my head stir up the boredom come and hear what was said come and get you some... Mess With My Head Ric Candor ©2000 GET BACK LOOSE ENDS INDEX NEXT STEP MAINGATE FRONTDOOR WRITTEN GARDENS CROSSROADS FAREWELL  EMAIL
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