(poole/martin/poole)



You want one thing

Me another

Call me everything under the sun

The sacrifice

(of all things heavenly)

(all things sweet)

(all things sugar)

(all things nice)



With a lethal aftertaste i

Swallow a name from hell and i

Wallow in the mud

(sweet angel)

Wallow in the mud



Your evil outweighs all your passion

And a shouting match between us

Leaves me breathing evil air

Evil air, yeah



And i phone the blue-eyed man coz he finds

This little lost girl every time and i

Am standing on the floor again



On a feather pillow i rest my weary head

Aaah, sweet escape!



I wake up

You put on the pressure

How many bricks can you carry on your back today?

And don't come that innocent child with me

It doesn't work

Ok?



Well i'll play with the hard ball

It's the only way i want it

But i'm allowed to be who i want

Yeah there ain't no rules in this game!



Oh sweet escape

Sweet escape




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