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Текст песни Marillion - Interior Lulu

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As you lie there on your bedBeneath the face of louise brooksWith your makeup and your teddy bearAnd your c.s. lewis booksBad seedYoure a bad seedYoure a decadent in chrysalisWaiting sleepily to emergeWhen youll visit every seedy needOf your random obsessive urgeAll the ruses that you useAll the food that you refuseAll the dust and tired air that feeds interior lulusAll the poisoned attitudesAnd the lust for the unknownAnd the second best that devils useTo make this world their ownInterior luluInterior luluEvery rainy day by e-mailAs you lie there on your bedAnother virtual page arrivesThere will be times when you remember meOf the chapters youll be writingAs the voices echo in your headIn the book called wasted livesAs you read henry and anaisAll the lost weekends and boozeAll the finger-and-thumb screwsAll the sleepless worn out blues that bruise interior lulusInterior luluInterior luluUse the angerPaint a picture of itThrow the coloursUse the pain, use the painScream back a brand new emotionAs it runs across the skinFire across paperBurn and curl, burn and curlYou thought you couldnt feel like thisBut its happening again and youre waking up in painTattooed in that private placeMicrosoft and tearsIntimately piercedDiscovering and rememberingYou felt like this somewhere beforeStirrin up the bed of the riverSomewhere you dont like to goYou wrote this down so many timesBut you get up anyway and you write it down againYouve bored us all to death with thisWell who you gonna tellWhen youve nothing left to sellShe says shes lonelyShe says she knows meBut shes a one-way streetShe told me what I already know"if you can carry it out you can take it awayIf you can carry it out you can take it awayIf you can buy it, it can be boughtIf you can buy it, it can be stolenIf you can break itIts already broken"Lately, I can stand to hear other people talkingSo many empty conversationsWhat a waste of lipsLately I can stand to stand on primrose hillLook down upon the cityA heart pumping the roadsIn our racing stripesWe rejoice at being "connected"Without touchingThank God for the internetWe stare at our screensAll our livesWhat a waste of eyestill the electrical storm blows our fusesAnd we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rainAll the trust and tired careLeft to rust and go nowhereAll this gold beneath my skinSparklin like sin somewhere withinIn so deepIn so deep thatI cant sleep for these interior lu lu lu lu lus

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