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Rita
Lynch -
Lyrics To Victim Album
Find
A Love
Baby you were born to lose
To face a wind that never moves you
You're out on your own
You feel it inside
You drive that fast car free and wild
You find a love, You find a love
You find a love then you crush it down
Baby you were born to die
And drift away on haunted skies
And he was born to race
She was born to thunder
Forget a race that knows no wonder
You find a love
You find a love
You find a love and you love it to death
Baby you were born to die
You drift away
Find a love
You find a love
You find a love then you love it to death
Baby you were born to die
You drift away
Cry on oblivion
Where justice lies bleeding
You're sleeping alone again
Your ambition lies dreaming
You're so high on the streets now
Invincible you're so complete
Do you hope for a miracle
To blast all the dread away
I called us a hurricane
I'll melt into you now
Well I called us a hurricane
I'm gonna burn down into you
Cry on oblivion
© Moles Music 2000
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Beautiful
Eyes
You've got beautiful eyes
They travel down history
They travel for miles
You've got beautiful eyes
They linger on mystery
They linger on tortured skies
They linger on tortured skies
If I could wake you up
Shake you up
I'd bring you back
Back down to me
You've got beautiful eyes
And did you freeze out there on that cold night
Did you blush at her every move
And did you freeze out there on that cold night
With this thing that you had to prove
And did it feel good
Did you suck it with your lips
And did it feel good
Did you touch it with your fingertips
And did it taste good
Did it taste good in your mouth
And does it feel good
Your sweet, sweet revenge
And does it feel good
Your betrayal never ends
You've got beautiful eyes
They travel down history
They travel for miles
You've got beautiful eyes
They linger on mystery
They linger on tortured skies
They cover up the lies
Cover up the lies
© Moles Music 2000
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So
Good To Me
All the women around they look so good to me, yeah
When you're all dressed up you look so good to me, yeah
Well look me up, don't put me down
No, no, no
Your every mistake looks so good on you, yeah
Why do you criticise all the things that I do, yeah
I believe, I believe
I believe it broke my heart
And then you come on so softly
Can I see you tomorrow
Such a dirty mouth when you move on into action, yeah
Will you just keep it under cover when you take another
lover
Will you just flex your muscle to the whore in my heart
Flex your muscle to the whore in my heart
The pleasure and pain, glory and flames
When you move on into me
Break down into pieces, fall down at the knees
Aching for the way you make me feel
I like you in that make up
Can't wait to set you off
I like you in that make up
It's the colour of love
And then you come so softly
Can I see you tomorrow
Such a dirty mouth when you move on into action
You just keep it under cover when you take another lover
Flex your muscle to the whore in my heart
And your mother doesn't need you
She planted other seed
It feels so good to be used
Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy
You drove your mean machine so fast, so clean
Your muscle, Your dream
Oh Daddy it's good to be used
Oh daddy it's good to be used
© Moles Music 2000
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What's
going on
What goes on
Is it lying down deep in your mind
What goes on
Are you lying down deep in your mind
And do you want me now
Just like you never said you could
And do you want me now
Need me now
Love me now
Hold me down
You said you would
And I can see your new day dawning
The sun rises for you
I can't believe it in the morning
Child I'm in love with everything you do
I see your teardrops falling
Like the clouds bursting in my heart
Baby you drive too fast
You drive too hard
You carry your pain like a guitar, like a gun
Use it up as bullets
And it rains with songs
Use it up as bullets
And it rains like songs
Use it up as bullets
And it rains like songs
What's going on
You're cruising through the shadows like a train on
the run
What's going on
Use it up as bullets
Use it up as songs
What's going on
What's going on
What's going on
Rita Lynch © Copyright Control
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Distance
Distance, distance and the life of the soul
My aim, my sweet, my goal
And tonight, yeah tonight
I shall go to The Ball
Tonight, yeah tonight
I shall go to The Ball
Oh no I never want to be that way again
Oh no I never want to be put down like that again
I never want to be that way again
I know it, I felt it, I live that burning shame
I'm trying hard to remember
Just what it was worth
I'm trying hard to remember
All the tears on this earth
Well my mother raised me
It was hard
Poverty is so boring you see
Poverty is so boring you see
I was shy, couldn't look to the sky
Without seeing the bars around me
I was shy, couldn't look to the sky
Without seeing the bars around me
And then I grew up to be six feet tall
With my dreams, my hopes, my life
My life on my own
To keep on moving
To keep on wishing
To keep on looking, looking good
The tears on this earth
The tears on this earth
The tears on this earth
Rita Lynch © Copyright Control
Stripped
Right Away
Sometimes in dreams you see it all come crashing down
around your head
Past lives and trips that all make you wish, wish
you were dead
Baby I've seen your worst
What's the rest
Baby I've seen your best
What's the rest
You strip right away
Hey, Hey
Strip right away
Hey, hey
And so the fire and the dance, the fire and the dance
goes on
But all the darkness in the world can't take away
your dawn
And when the nightlight fades you'll be reborn
When the nightlight fades you'll be reborn
You strip right away
Hey, hey
Strip right away
Hey, hey
Won't you strip so close, so close, so close to me
But when the fire goes out it's just you and me, you
and me
Your Sado Masochistic dreams they fall apart at your
screams
Well life child, isn't always what it seems
Hey, hey
You strip right away
You strip right away
You strip right away
© Moles Music 2000
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Victim
Cover me in oceans, I'm drowning in your tears
Cover me in rivers, I'm drowning in your fears
You're out looking for someone to look up to
To take the edge of your own poor self
Well nights of destruction when you fall down
You know the scene so well
You are the victim of your own fragile love dream
You are the victim of your own fragile love dream
It seemed so good
It seemed so solid
It seemed so real
So real, so real, so real
You carry it through life
It cuts you better than a knife
All those nights filled with alcohol and sweat
All those nights filled with tears and regrets
Put it in the past so it won't last
Why can't you just forget
Why can't you just forget
You see the power behind the wheel
Yours is the wound that will not heal
You see the power behind the wheel
Yours is the wound that will not heal
Let it go, rip it apart
Does it have to break your heart
Let it go, rip it apart
Make a new start
You are the victim of your own dream
You are the victim of your own dream
You are the victim of your own fragile love dream
Rita Lynch © Copyright Control
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