I got a message from the outside
Passing for a life line, wheeling and dealing
To let the prayer for this pair of shades
Never be heard, never be heard
And now we're stuck inside a cave
And buried on the hatchet of what is forgiven
To let the prayer for this pair of shades
Never be heard, never be heard
I need some kind of EVIDENCE
One look in the eye
I can't help but cry now
When you leave me HANGING IN THE LURCH
I need some kind of EVIDENCE
One look in the eye
I can't help but cry now
When you leave me HANGING IN THE LURCH
I know the distance that we are
But it'll only ever cost us an arm and a leg
But if we cut them off now
They will never grow back, never grow back
So if we go and take our last breath
Racing through this lab with the refugees willing
I hope you hear me loud and clear
'Cause I've never been heard, never been heard
I need some kind of EVIDENCE
One look in the eye
I can't help but cry now
When you leave me HANGING IN THE LURCH
I need some kind of EVIDENCE
One look in the eye
I can't help but cry now
When you leave me HANGING IN THE LURCH
If you're a fatalist by ambition
And you're tangling a web of denying
Well, there's only one way that you're gonna get out
That's if you go to the source of the fire
'Cause it's a long way down
When you're waiting for the dust to clear
Long way down
When you're waiting for the dust to clear
'Cause it's a long way down
When you're waiting for the dust to clear
Long way down
When you're waiting for the dust to clear
I need some kind of EVIDENCE
One look in the eye
I can't help but cry now
When you leave me HANGING IN THE LURCH
I need some kind of EVIDENCE
One look in the eye
I can't help but cry now
When you leave me HANGING IN THE LURCH
When you leave me hanging in the lurch
When you leave me hanging in the
Pet Shop Boys raso:
We are so sad to hear that Dave Ball, the keyboard genius of Soft Cell, has died. He was an electronic pop pioneer and with Marc Almond made a unique catalogue. Neil and Chris
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