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Sitting On the Ground - Sugar-And-Spice Fantasy

Give me a minute to catch my breath I smell the scent of death… One…two…three…four… Open up the corridor… Be good to me and I’ll do good to you… I don’t wanna know your dark side and I don’t want to… Your miracles out of the blue…out of the blue… I’m still getting over the aftershocks of the love flu… Sitting on the ground…loving you… Not singing the blues, but you get the clue! I wanna see your face once more But I’m sitting on the ground… So lost, without a sound… But I’m screaming at the top of my lunges I’m counting all of my wrongs One…two…three…four… Five…six…seven…eight... Give me a minute to catch my breath I smell the scent of death… One…two…three…four… Open up the corridor… I’m sick ’n tired of hesitating . . . I’m still waiting for you Sprinkle grace upon my wings and help me find my other shoe Help me find my other shoe…yeah… Sitting on the ground…patiently waiting to see you soar Soar like an eagle caught in the current of the sky… I don’t know why…I don’t know why I cry… Be good to me and I’ll do good to you… I don’t wanna know your dark side and I don’t want to… Your miracles out of the blue…out of the blue… I’m still getting over the aftershocks of the love flu Sitting on the ground…loving you… Not singing the blues, but you get the clue! Sitting on the ground…loving you… Not singing the blues, but you get the clue! I wanna see your face once more that’s why – I can’t deny! But I’m sitting on the ground… So lost, without a sound… But I’m screaming at the top of my lunges I’m counting all my wrongs One…two…three…four… Five…six…seven…e-eight… Nine…t-ten…eleven…tw-twelve… Be good to me and I’ll do good to you… I don’t wanna know your dark side and I don’t want to… Your miracles out of the blue…out of the blue… I’m still getting over the aftershocks of the love flu Sitting on the ground…loving you… Not singing the blues, but you get the clue! Sitting on the ground…loving you… Not singing the blues, but you get the clue! Sitting on the ground…adoring you too… Not singing the blues, but you got the clue! You're magic on another level...you're a little, heelarious devil - I wonder...are you a fallen angel or a rising angel? But, I’m still having a hangover from the love flu...entangle me from my twisted, sugar-and-spice fantasy– I grew fond of you…fond of you...somehow…in fact, I was growing accustomed to you….truly…I long to be with you – forever a shade of happy, baby blue

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