(by the vaselines) Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam Sunbeams are not made like me Don't expect me to cry, For wrong reasons, you have to die Don't ever ask it out of me. Don't expect me to lie Don't expect me to lie Don't expect me to die, for me. --the man who sold the world (by david bowie) We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone, a long long time ago Oh no, not me I never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world I laughed and shook hishand, and made my way back home I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed I gazed a gazley stare at all the millions here We must have died along, a long long time ago Who knows? not me We never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world
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