One man writes a book to explain the mysteries of time
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One man writes a verse exploring the sleek nuance of prime
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I do not yet know all the roads that lead to serenity
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But the road I know begins with the sweet fragrance of feminity...
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So...
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Come to me
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Come to me
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Come to me
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Come to me
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One man pens some lines to justify the ways of God to man
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One man tries to do the same thing but with his heart and a rock'n roll band
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I am still endeavouring to find a few roads to peace
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And I am willing to gamble on the strenght of our sweet release
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So...
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Come to me
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Come to me
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Come to me
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Come to me
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Time is up now I must meditate on things
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Enjoy the life I have but still except the pain it brings
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Extract the nectar from the moment even when the crippled hand roles the dice
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Me and my guide connecting moment been calling it our lives
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So...
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Come to me
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Come to me
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Come to me
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Come to me
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Come to me
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Come to me
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Come to me
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La la la la la la
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Come to me [till fade]
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Come To Me
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| Terence Trent D'arby |
