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Marillion
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Interior Lulu
Lyricist:John Helmer, Steve Hogarth, Mark Kelly, Ian Mosley, Steven Rothery, Peter Trewavas
As you lie there on your bed Beneath the face of Louise Brooks With your makeup and your teddy bear And your C.S. Lewis books
Bad seed You're a bad seed
You're a decadent in chrysalis Waiting sleepily to emerge When you'll visit every seedy need Of your random obsessive urge
All the ruses that you use All the food that you refuse All the dust and tired air that feeds Interior Lulus All the poisoned attitudes And the lust for the unknown And the second best that devils use To make this world their own Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu
Every rainy day by e-mail As you lie there on your bed Another virtual page arrives There will be times when you remember me
Of the chapters you'll be writing As the voices echo in your head In the book called wasted lives As you read Henry and Anais
All the lost weekends and booze All the finger-and-thumb screws All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise Interior Lulus Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu
Use the anger Paint a picture of it Throw the colors Use the pain, use the pain
Scream back a brand new emotion As it runs across the skin Fire across paper Burn and curl, burn and curl
You thought you couldn't feel like this But it's happening again and you're waking up in pain Tattooed in that private place Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Microsoft and tears intimately pierced
Discovering and remembering You felt like this somewhere before Stirrin' up the bed of the river Somewhere you don't like to go
You wrote this down so many times But you get up anyway and you write it down again You've bored us all to death with this Well who you gonna tell When you've nothing left to sell
She says, she's lonely She says, she knows me But she's a one-way street
She told me what I already know
'If you can carry it out you can take it away If you can carry it out you can take it away If you can buy it, it can be bought If you can buy it, it can be stolen If you can break it, it's already broken It's already broken, it's already broken'
Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking So many empty conversations What a waste of lips
Lately I can stand to stand on Primrose Hill Look down upon the city A heart pumping the roads In our racing stripes We rejoice at being connected Without touching, thank God for the internet
We stare at our screens all our lives What a waste of eyes 'Till the electrical storm blows our fuses And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain
All the trust and tired care Left to rust and go nowhere All this gold beneath my skin Sparklin' like sin somewhere within In so deep, in so deep, in so deep That I can't sleep for these Interior Lulu These Interior Lulu, these Interior Lulu lu lu lu lu lus
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