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David Bowie Other

How to make amends for the things they said The girls avoid the stormy sky But I and my cloudy face Will be gone, high-tailing out of here Is the lights

Jackson made twenty tapes in a day To give away A give away And he play The tunes they'd call creative when they're running out of names Heaven knows

You've got a habit of leaving me And you've got a habit of deserting me Sometimes I cry Sometimes I'm so sad Sometimes I'm so glad, so glad You could

: I was a stranger in the city Out of town were the people I knew I had that feeling of self-pity What to do? What to do? What to do? The outlook

with other guys, so I let her Wants to be bad, so I let her be bad But fooling around, it will make me sad She fools around with other boys and treat

: I took this walk to ease my mind To find out what's gnawing at me Wouldn't think, to look at me, That I've spent a lot of time in education It all

the wall (by the wall) And the guns shot above our heads (over our heads) And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall) And the shame was on the other

: My death waits like an old roue So confident I'll go his way Whistle to him and the passing time My death waits like a bible truth At the funeral

the insects in She leaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been She has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin Seeds from a thousand others