Bowie Lyrics Generator - General (Vienna, January 2016)

Changes are taking the pace
Our weapons were the tongues of crying rage
Really You
For she's lived it

Now the damned have no time to make amends
And put the fear in a whole lot more
In my madness
Now she walks
Mother, she blew my brain, I will go back again
I'd like to be a gallery

Only in your Head

Clara puts her head between her paws
Are immune to your consultations

Well, I said hello and I said hello
If she says she can do it
God knows I'm good
of your banker's spleen
Don't you know you're driving your
And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep
Really You
We bought a lot of things

Those whose promises stretched in hope and grace for me"
Clutched the heart of the crowd
They're all as sane as me
Are immune to your consultations

Of how the others must see the faker

bathed in blue...
God knows I'm good
Waiting for you

I Want to Live
Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use
Nothing can They spare

An Occasional Dream
Could heave nor sigh

Sighing, the swirl through the streets

As her escort asked her softly
Our weapons were the tongues of crying rage

just the same

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