Beck - Blackhole

Beck - Blackhole Lyrics

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Windy, windy
Looking for a better home
Gotta be, gotta be
Running out of light bulbs
Crowded, crowded
Open to a waste can
Yellow car, yellow car
Better be inside there

Wake up, wake up
Nothing's gonna harm you
Gla*s wall, gla*s wall
Standing on the furniture
Little boy, little boy
Laying on a sleeping bag
Watching, watching
Through the cracks of his eyelids

Stranger, stranger
Feeling like a broken stone
Lost him, lost him
Standing on the orange chairs
Alphabet, alphabet
Can't afford a telephone
Black hole, black hole
Nothing's gonna harm you