Made Of StoneYour knuckles whiten on the wheelThe last thing that your hands will feelYour final flight can’t be delayedNo earth, just sky it’s so surrealYour pink fat lips let go a screamYou fry and melt i love the sceneSometimes i fantasiseWhen the streets are cold and lonelyAnd the cars they burn below meDon’t these times fill your eyesWhen the streets are cold and lonelyAnd the cars they burn below meAre you all aloneIs anybody home?I’m standing warm against the coldNow that the flames have taken holdAt least you left your life in styleAnd for far as i can seeTen twisted grills grin back at meBad money dies i love the sceneSometimes i fantasiseWhen the streets are cold and lonelyAnd the cars they burn below meDon’t these times fill your eyesWhen the streets are cold and lonelyAnd the cars they burn below meAre you all aloneIs anybody home?Sometimes i fantasiseWhen the streets are cold and lonelyAnd the cars they burn below meDon’t these times fill your eyesWhen the streets are cold and lonelyAnd the cars they burn below meAre you all aloneAre you made of stone?STONE ROSES
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Made Of Stone
Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will feel
Your final flight can’t be delayed
No earth, just sky it’s so surreal
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fry and melt i love the scene
Sometimes i fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don’t these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?
I’m standing warm against the cold
Now that the flames have taken hold
At least you left your life in style
And for far as i can see
Ten twisted grills grin back at me
Bad money dies i love the scene
Sometimes i fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don’t these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?
Sometimes i fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don’t these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Are you made of stone?
STONE ROSES
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