themagicroundabout
ain't gettin' offa this train they're on
oh, sweet nuthin'

Too many nights in prison
I no longer hear the music
Too many nights spent a bitch
I no longer hear the music
Too many exotic ideas
Pounding into my head
Clumpy sideburns and broken ears
I no longer hear the music

Well I no longer hear the music
Oh no, no, no, no, no
All the memories of the fights and the nights
and the blue lights, all the kites
We flew together,
I thought they'd fly forever

Music when the lights go out
Love goes cold in shades of doubt
Strange fate in my mind is all to clear
Music when the lights come on
The girl I thought I knew has gone
And with her my heart has disappeared

Because it's stopped?

Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind?
And to lie to you?
Rather than hurt you?
I no longer hear the music.

Orange stained teeth and curls; milk cows.

It always will be.

THE MAGIC IS STILL ROUND.

5656 happens to be a password in every Bomberman game y'know.

Nope. No deal.