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Stone Temple Pilots Shangri La Dee Da

: Loud talk, dumb love, lacerator Come and touch Bleed to feel, feel to fuck Keep ya comin', comin' back for more Alcohol, it's a lie, stimulate a needle

: Miles above your circumstance There's water on your mind I've wrestled with convictions And i've settled with the tide It's more or less uncertainty

: Regenerate the impoverished souls That echo you Bleed to feed the masses Soup line two times two They got your picture from the Sunday plain dealer

: Monday, back from the dead I'm letting it go, back for another one Tuesday, shoot me in the head I'm takin' it back, takin' it back It'll take it back

So i'm letting it go again I'm halfway full on Left my meds on the sink today My head will be racing by lunchtime So i'm holding her hand again My palm

Tar and feathers hide your feelings If you even know the meaning Your high road is overrated You left your guru out there hangin' Don't stay Don't stay

Hello, it's late You know i've tried to stop the rain Did you read about it? Did you think about it? Did you cry but nothing came? Hello it's late I

Leave me out, get away I gotta go Long way home Can't see through the trees Leave me out, get away Better run fast as i can From the man - the dirty

Regenerate the impoverished souls That echo you Bleed to feed the masses Soup line two times two They got your picture from the Sunday plain dealer