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phillistine eyes oh, thats me- STOP- before you hurt someone, oh, the ways the waves the crashing, smashing, let-me-in-thrashing... let me know when the ride stops or i'll be here till monday, merry-go-round without a sound thats me... apocalyptic jig-saw vanes, calypso drums like crashing trains, i gotta go before it gets too slow i don't wanna be here when the trip ends... © 1996, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |