Never been one to let the carrier drop

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It’s all it takes

To change your life, to lose your place in time

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Asleep or awake

Coming around you may wake up to find

Questions speak

Within your eyes

Now more than ever

You realize…

And then you sense a change..

And nothing feels the same

And all your dreams are strange

Love comes walking in

Some kind of alien

Reached for the opening

Simply pulls a string..

Another world, some other time

You lay your sanity on the line

Familiar faces, familiar sights

Reach back, remember with all your might

There she stands in her silken gown

The silver lights shining down..

And then you sense a change

And nothing feels the same

And all your dreams are strange

Love comes walking in

Some kind of alien

waits for the opening

simply pulls a string

love comes walking in..

Sleep and dream

That’s all I crave

I travel far across the milky way

To my master I’ve become a slave

’til we meet again

some other day..

And then you sense a change

And nothing feels the same

And all your dreams are strange

Love comes walking in

Some kind of alien

waits for the opening

simply pulls a string

love comes walking in..

I can not remember the last time I was this happy.

Christine’s depression never seems to end

Cause she’ll never be as skinny as the girls on friends

She’s got fat lips and thin lips, she’s jealous of a Q-tip

She’d take stupid over fat

She stuck her fingers down her throat for the very last time today

And she walked away..

Malcolm’s got his image, his rock and his glock

and if he lives to be 20 he will have beat the clock

he’s got his ride and his pride and girls by his side

He makes stands with his gun in his hand

He saw his best friend lying on a stainless steel tray

and he walked away..

and the destination’s clear

anywhere but here

(chorus)

Doesn’t  matter that you’re lying in the gutter

Doesn’t matter that your brain’s all cluttered

Doesn’t matter that you’re covered in scars

You’re never in the gutter with your eyes on the stars

So walk away from the boyfriend bruises

and the shame of the game that your brain knows you’re losing

and that job that you do it just robs you of who you can be when you’re free from this mentality

So you’re home by the phone getting stoned all alone with your chat room friends, your Korn and Ramones

but the phone don’t ring and Joey just sings ‘Sedated’ – you got to learn to hate it!

(repeat chorus)