chres·tom·a·thy (kr-stm-th) n. pl. chres·tom·a·thies 1. A selection of literary passages, usually by one author. 2. An anthology used in studying a language. 3. Another damn stupid liberal blog
Thursday, June 02, 2011
Because I Don't Have the Energy to Record My Own Today
I must be feeling low
I talked to God in a
phonebox on my way home
I told you my answer
I left you my dreams
on your answering machine
Come on
Let the Spirit inside you
Don't wait to be found
Come along with our sound
Let the Spirit move you
Let the waves come up
They'll fuse you
I've never met no one to deny a sound
I must be going insane
I called the doctor
so he can relieve my pain
He's got a little pill for me
Just a little luxury
Help me through my day
Come on
Let the Spirit inside you
Don't wait to be found
Come along with our sound
Let the Spirit move you
Let the waves come up
They'll fuse you
I've never met no one to deny our sound
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
There's only one life
There's only one life
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