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“Turn Up the Volume”
(*)Turn up the volume and I will drown in you,
Wasting all my time before.
There might be no tomorrow what am I waiting for?
Acting like a prophet, fortune-telling dreams
Instead, I’m a head-case filled up with false hopes
One day I’ll make her glisten, one day I’ll make her glisten
Could be my imagination, but Who cares?
I’d sacrifice my spirit if she calls tomorrow
I don’t need God but I need her,
I need her to call tomorrow.
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Mercury’s in retrograde and the moon declines
If only I were psychic, then I could play this silly game
The right thing to do is to play it cool
Since I’m not cool at all, I don’t understand the rules
But I understand that’s she so beautiful I could cry…
…I’d sacrifice my spirit if she calls tomorrow
I don’t need God but I need her,
I need her to call tomorrow.
Turn up the volume.
written by Patrick Suler.
©2002 Patrick Suler. All rights reserved.
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