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Tekster: Live. Secret Samadhi. Turn My Head.

Anyone, caught in your mystery
Keep it angry, keep it whispy
I've fallen down, drunk on your juices

Turn my head
Turn my head
It's aimed at you

Funky temple, your dress is torn to shreds
Your eyes are crazy, I bowed to save my head and
I can't forget you, but I can't remember

Turn my head
Turn my head
It's aimed at you

Turn my head
Turn my head
It's aimed at you, baby, baby

Oh no, we came to love you all day
These bastards are leavin', somebody's got to stay
Whatever we called you, just a name, just a name

Turn my head
(Turn my head)
Turn my head
It's aimed at you, yeah, now

Turn my head
(Turn my head)
Turn my head
It's aimed at you
It's aimed at you