In Smithereens, The Search for Affinity Songtext
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what is it exactly you want from me?
an arm, a leg, my own two feet?
should i beg for a hit in the head
from your hammer made of sledge?
you can't live with an obsession
so i have an idea
let's make love until it's true
or becomes hatred
and i don't really care if you call me another name
an arm, a leg, my own two feet?
should i beg for a hit in the head
from your hammer made of sledge?
you can't live with an obsession
so i have an idea
let's make love until it's true
or becomes hatred
and i don't really care if you call me another name
truth is, i like it about the same
the same, the same
i'm pulling coins from my sock to buy you a drink
'cause you only hold me when you're not thinking
i know that my nods ain't much for me
but i'm one step away from talking to myself
am i to feel bad about it?
am i to feel bad about it?
i'm to feel bad about it
i'm to feel bad about it
i'm to feel bad about it
i won't say i'm needy but i won't say i'm fine
not a meeting of swords, or a tie that binds
so can't we just be two troubled souls in need?
and nothing more to speak of, to speak of
the same, the same
i'm pulling coins from my sock to buy you a drink
'cause you only hold me when you're not thinking
i know that my nods ain't much for me
but i'm one step away from talking to myself
am i to feel bad about it?
am i to feel bad about it?
i'm to feel bad about it
i'm to feel bad about it
i'm to feel bad about it
i won't say i'm needy but i won't say i'm fine
not a meeting of swords, or a tie that binds
so can't we just be two troubled souls in need?
and nothing more to speak of, to speak of
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