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CURE - THREE IMAGINARY BOYS
10.15 Saturday Night
Accuracy
Grinding Halt
Another Day
Object
Subway Song
Foxy Lady
Meat Hook
So What
Fire in Cairo
It's Not You
Three Imaginary Boys
10.15 Saturday night And the tap drips Under the strip light And I'm sitting In the kitchen sink And the tap drips Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
Waiting For the telephone to ring And I'm wondering Where she's been And I'm crying For yesterday And the tap drips Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
It's always the same
We sit in the same room Side by side I give you the wrong lines Feed you Accuracy Accuracy Look into my eyes We both smile I could kill you Without trying That's accuracy Accuracy Accuracy ... Accuracy Accuracy Practice all day for accuracy Mirror mirror on the wall
No light No people No speak No people No cars No people No food No people
Chorus: Stopped Short Grinding halt Everything's coming to a griding halt
No sound No people No clocks No people No fine No people No me No people
(chorus) Everything's coming to a griding halt
Slow down Slow down No people Slow down Everything's coming to a (x4)
The sun rises slowly On another day The eastern sky grows Cold Winter in water colours Shades of grey
Something Something holds me Holds me hypnotized
I stare at the window Stare at the window Waiting for the day To go Winter in water colours Shades of grey
You know you turn me on Eyes so white and legs so long But don't try to talk to me I won't listen to your lies You're just an object in my eyes You're just an object in my eyes
Sophisticated smile You seduce in such fine style But don't try to fool me 'cause I can see through your disguise You're just an object in my eyes You're just an object in my eyes
But I don't mind I just don't care I've got no objection To you touching me there
Object object Object object Object object Object object
You know just what to do Lick your lips And I want you But don't try to hold me 'cause I don't want any ties You're just an object in my eyes You're just an object in my eyes But I don't mind I just don't care I've got no objections To you touching me there You're just an object object Object object You're just an object
Midnight in the subway She's on her way home She tries hard not to run But she feels she's not alone Echoes of footsteps Follow close behind But she dare not turn around
Turn around
You know you are a cute little heartbreaker You know you're a sweet love maker
I want to take you home I won't do you no harm You got to be all mine All mine
I see you pull down on the scene (foxy) You make me want to get up in a strain (foxy huh?)
I made up my mind I'm tired of waiting tired of waiting All my precious time You got to be all mine All mine
I made up my mind I'm tired of waiting all my All my time You got to be all mine All mine
I went into the butchers I said wanted wanted wanted some Meat Pass Me some of that steak over there It looks so Sweet
I lost my heart to a meathook
That butcher man was some Lady He really stole my heart He hung me up on his meathook A real piece of Slaughterhouse art
I lost my heart to a meathook
There's a meathook in my heart Tearing me all apart Ripping out my insides But I just can't get away I can't leave my Meathook Lost my heart to a meathook Lost my heart to a meathook Meathook
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I'm not meant to be here But so what? And nobody's Nobody's taken your place Nobody's taken your place
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And if you knew Nothing could replace you If you were sane Your heart wouldn't ache But so what? So what? So what?
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And I wouldn't ask you to pretend That we were one And still another time Forget all the lies forgive me the wounds And all the world was used to love And yes we'd still be happy in another time But so what? So what?
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So what? So what?
Slowly fading blue The eastern hollows catch The dying sun Night-time follows Silence and black Mirror pool mirrors The lonely place Where I meet you
See your head In the fading light And through the dark Your eyes shine bright
And burn Like fire Burn like fire in Cairo Burn like fire Burn like fire in Cairo
Shifting crimson veil Silken hips slide Under my hand Swollen lips whisper My name And I yearn You take me in your arms And start to burn
FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO Then the heat disappears And the mirage Fades away
FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO FIREINCAIRO
Burn like a fire in Cairo Burn like a Fire Blaze like a fire in Cairo Blaze like a Fire Flare Burn like fire Burn like Fire in Cairo
You wear your smile Like it was going out of fashion Dress to inflame But douse any ideas of passion You carry your love in a trinket Hanging round your throat Always inviting Always exciting But I must not take off my coat
Well I'm tired of hanging around I want somebody new I'm not sure who I've got in mind But I know That it's not you That it's not you
You ask me questions That I never wanted to hear I am the only one Just until you finish this year I would murder you If I had the alibi Here in my hand And you just laugh 'cause you don't understand
That I'm tired of hanging around I want somebody new I'm not sure Who I've got in mind But I know that it's not you It's not you It's not you It's not you It's not you It's not you No it's not you That it's not you It's not you It's not you
Walk across the garden In the footsteps of my shadow See the lights out No one's home In amongst the statues Stare at nothing in The garden moves Can you help me?
Close my eyes And hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow Never comes Deep inside The empty feeling All the night time leaves me Three imaginary boys
Slipping through the door Hear my heart beats in the hallway Echoes Round and round Inside my head Drifting up the stairs I see the steps behind me Disappearing Can you help me?
Close my eyes And hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow Never comes Deep inside The empty feeling All the night time leaves me Three imaginary boys sing in my Sleep sweet child The moon will change your mind
See the cracked reflection Standing still Before the bedroom mirror Over my shoulder But no one's there Whispers in the silence Pressing close behind me Pressing close behind Can you help me? Can you help me? Can you help me?