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I don't know whether to laugh or cry
and I don't know whether to live or die
I kept my love for her locked deep inside
it cuts like a knife
she's out of my life
out of my life, out of my hair
out of my mind, there's no love in there
I move on, move on
dear God, I wasn't breast fed
and most of my conversations with men seem to revolve around music
I'm no musician but the pain has been instrumental
my sense finally tune the instruments of - of - of
of being lonely, of being lost, of being loved, of being human
man I could use a metaphor but I can't get beyond this shit
I could use someone to talk to
but most of my conversations with men seem to revolve around music
I am a poet who composes what the world proses
and proses what the world composes
I am a poet who composes what the world proses
and proses what the world composes
damned indescion and cursed pride
I kept my love for her locked deep inside
and I don't know what to do
to get it through to you
get out of my life tonight
get out of my life
out of my life, out of my hair
out of my mind, 'cause no lovin' fair
I move on, move on
she had nothing but time on her hands
silver rings, turquoise stones and purple nails
I rub my thumb across her palm
a featherbed where slept a psalm
yay though I walked, I used to fly, and now we dance
I watch my toenails blacken and walk a deadened trance
'til she woke me with the knife edge of her glance
I have the scars to prove the clock strikes with her hands
and I don't know what to do
to get it through to you
and I don't know what to do
to get it through
out of my life, out of my hair
out of my mind, 'cause no lovin' fair
I move on, move on, I move on
and I don't know whether to live or die
I kept my love for her locked deep inside
it cuts like a knife
she's out of my life
out of my life, out of my hair
out of my mind, there's no love in there
I move on, move on
and most of my conversations with men seem to revolve around music
I'm no musician but the pain has been instrumental
my sense finally tune the instruments of - of - of
of being lonely, of being lost, of being loved, of being human
man I could use a metaphor but I can't get beyond this shit
I could use someone to talk to
but most of my conversations with men seem to revolve around music
and proses what the world composes
and proses what the world composes
and I don't know what to do
to get it through to you
get out of my life tonight
get out of my life
out of my life, out of my hair
out of my mind, 'cause no lovin' fair
I move on, move on
silver rings, turquoise stones and purple nails
I rub my thumb across her palm
a featherbed where slept a psalm
yay though I walked, I used to fly, and now we dance
I watch my toenails blacken and walk a deadened trance
'til she woke me with the knife edge of her glance
I have the scars to prove the clock strikes with her hands
to get it through to you
and I don't know what to do
to get it through
out of my life, out of my hair
out of my mind, 'cause no lovin' fair
I move on, move on, I move on
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see she's out of my life by michael jackson, mj and saul are just a couple of fucking poets trying to tell you something
I think "I am a poet who composes what the world proses" should be: "I am a poet who composes what the world proposes"
No that's correct. He's saying the world is a constant narrative, like prose, which he relates to and relays back through poetry.
No that's correct. He's saying the world is a constant narrative, like prose, which he relates to and relays back through poetry.
Couple of corrections:
"my sense finally tune the instruments of-of-of" should be "my senses finely tune the instruments of-of-of"
"out of my mind, 'cause no lovin fair" should be "out of my mind, there's no love in there" -- it's the chorus, it's the same every time. It doesn't change on the last two.
and lastly, "I watch my toenails blacken and walk a deadened trance" I believe should be "I watch my toenails blacken and waltz* a deadened trance" but I'm not entirely about this one.
The first two corrections I am entirely positive about, though.
Couple of corrections:
"my sense finally tune the instruments of-of-of" should be "my senses finely tune the instruments of-of-of"
"out of my mind, 'cause no lovin fair" should be "out of my mind, there's no love in there" -- it's the chorus, it's the same every time. It doesn't change on the last two.
and lastly, "I watch my toenails blacken and walk a deadened trance" I believe should be "I watch my toenails blacken and waltz* a deadened trance" but I'm not entirely about this one.
The first two corrections I am entirely positive about, though.