Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill, with plastic flowers
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on the window sil
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No more miracles, loaves and fishes, been so busy with the
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washing of the dishes
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Reaction level's much too high - I can do without the stimuli
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I'm living way beyond my ways and means, living in the
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zone of the inbetweens
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I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean, static charge of
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the cold emotion
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Watched on by the distant eyes - watched on by the silent
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hidden spies
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But still the warmth flows through me
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And I sense you know me well
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No luck, no golden chances
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No mitigating circumstances now
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It's only common sense
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There are no accidents around here
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I am willing - lay your hands on me
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I am ready - lay your hands on me
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I believe - lay your hands on me, over me
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Working in gardens, thornless roses, fat men play with their
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garden hoses
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Poolside laughter has a cynical bite, sausage speared by the
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cocktail satellite
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I walk away from from light and sound, down stairways
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leading underground
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But still the warmth flows through me
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And I sense you know me well
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It's only common sense
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There are no accidents around here
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I am willing - lay your hands on me
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I am ready - lay your hands on me
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I believe - lay your hands on me, over me
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over me
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Lay your hands on me
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Lay your hands on me
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Lay your hands on me, over me
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Lay Your Hands On Me
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Peter Gabriel |