Its the disease of the age Its the disease that we crave Alone - TopicsExpress



          

Its the disease of the age Its the disease that we crave Alone at the end of the rave We catch the last bus home Corporate America wakes Coffee republic and cakes We open the latch on the gate Of the hole that we call our home Protect me from what I want... Protect me protect me Maybe were victims of fate Remember when wed celebrate Wed drink and get high until late And now were all alone Wedding bells aint gonna chime With both of us guilty of crime And both of us sentenced to time And now were all alone Protect me from what I want... Protect me protect me Protect me from what I want... Protect me protect me
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 03:54:20 +0000

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