Labour Of Love
Frente!

Oh am I fooling you
Do you fall for it all
Or do you just see right through
Are you as cool as you believe
Are you playing hard
Are you waiting just to quietly clock my card
Are you waiting for a moment to leave

I don't know how I bent what you said
To what I believed you meant
I don't know anything at all
I'm standing in the push and shove
And I'm just within the rescue
Of the labour of your love
I can't do anything but fall
fall, a-fall-fall-fall
Why do I feel like I can never find you
Why do I feel like I'm the only survivor
Why am I thinking of
You and me and the labour of love

One chance, one shot
That's all anybody ever got
Newborn still warm
Naked in the rush hour
Dancing in my gutter
And if you want to find me
Call me, I'll be far from
The cars and guitars and
Everybody
Why do I feel like I can never find you
Why do I feel like I'm the only survivor
Why am I thinking of
You and me and the labour of love

And I never knew before
But I feel like a child in a cold, cold war
So strong, so tough
Sitting in suburbia, waiting for the wind up
And I don't want to dance
I just want to jump from the prison of circumstance
Why am I thinking of
You and me and the labour of love
Why do I feel like I can never find you
Why do I feel like I'm the only survivor
Why am I thinking of
You and me and the labour of love

♪♫ To give you something to go on when I go off back to the middle of nowhere ♪♫

Middle Of Nowhere, Hot Hot Heat

♪♫ And I don't wanna feel this
Overwhelming hostility
I don't wanna feel this
Overwhelming hostility ♪♫

Orestes, A Perfect Circle

Wish You Were Here
Pink Floyd

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

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