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Peter Krason

leave the tip when you go It?s time to wake up, wake up, welcome the morning It?s time to wake up, wake up, stop your mourning Wake up (Thanks to Peter

: D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y. Don't tell me what I will do, 'cos I won't. Don't tell me to believe in you, 'cos I don't. Be on your guard, better

: Walking the street with her naked feet, So full of rhythm but I can't find the beat. Snapping her heels, clicking her toes, Everybody knows just where

: It's too late, this model's out of date. Got every spare part, but there ain't much heart inside here. Not like the start, I was good at the art of

: Ten coaches roll into the dust, chrome windows turned to rust. Hang on inside, they know they must, hanging on the green-backed words "In God We Trust

: I need perspective, 'cos I'm facing the wall. I need perspective, 'cos I'm not that tall. I need perspective, heard the trumpet call. Don't trust my

: Doing nothing, stuck in the mud, just pumping the blood. The water level's getting low, something ugly's going to show. If only I could touch you,

What did you mean when you opened your mouth and let all our secrets out? You told him what I was about, my cover was completely blown. I tell you darling

Exposure Space is what I need, it's what I feed on. Exposure Out in the open...