Lyric Context Universe
we threw away the time!
anagram
i'm just the messenger
we threw away the time!
anagram
i'm just the messenger
i've got my own brain
an anagram of my own name
you can't fight the feeling while aiming for the stars
i've got my own brain
an anagram of my own name
you can't fight the feeling while aiming for the stars
i've got my own brain
an anagram of my own name
you can't fight the feeling while aiming for the stars
i've got my own brain
an anagram of my own name
you can't fight the feeling while aiming for the stars
don't give me no better deal
anagram
sonogram
don't give me no better deal
anagram
sonogram
she never heard said
so from the anagrams to the flat keys
spend most of our time now counting back from 30
she never heard said
so from the anagrams to the flat keys
spend most of our time now counting back from 30
and i say what i mean
no anagram
they call man false 9
and i say what i mean
no anagram
they call man false 9
excommunicated from the brotherhood of man
to wander lonely as a puzzled anagram
car paint blue
excommunicated from the brotherhood of man
to wander lonely as a puzzled anagram
car paint blue