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Wall Of Voodoo Seven Days In Sammystown

and painted what I'd been looking at Now starring in the tragedy Playing twice a day since its opening If movements we made fascinating Hide our hearts incinerating The final days

My Room with a view Views a room with a view That views my Room with a view I say My Room with a view Views a room with a view That views my Room

Think twice about big tall cities That's right Think twice about big tall cities Think twice right He closes his eyes to the world When he wakes up

I'm Pilate and Jesus And I wept when Lennon died Yet I envied his assailant When I visited the shrine I cried for all those Beatle Fans So old so quick

This business of love will never do Not for me and not for you This business of love will never die Not for you and not for I This business of love will