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She’s gone awayFlying out on a jet planeTold me, she won’t be back againAnd Talullah is her name Well, I got this thing, girlI wanted to say to youTalullah, I’m still missing youBaby, can’t you stop that planeTurn it…

Written by Jay Kay and Toby Smith Now we’re getting nasty Everybody is talking about the kids The kids have funky soul and groove emotion But if you don’t give the kids the chance to use it They’re always more than…

My head’s under pressure babyLife’s the sameIt’s a suicidal incubator that’s killing my brainThere must be some sonic infiltrator making the strainSee I’m a high-pressure operatorIn case the same Stop…

Supersonic (x26) In the whites of his eyes,There’s a supersonic vibe You can tell by the tearsHe’s a warrior who criesHe’s supersonicI think he’s supersonicSupersonic

Written by Jay Kay and Toby Smith There’s a stillness in time Which I cannot define Does your heart bleed like mine For a place we can go Where the troubles of our time are far away And I had all my life in front of me And my darkest…

I’ve never seen the sky so angryStarchildYou’ve got to do somthing about theseMind crimesThe shuffling feet and sad expressionsThey don’t go, they don’t goI thought you came down from heavenTo save soulsThese angry…

Written by Jay Kay and Toby Smith I didn’t have time for schoolSpent my days breaking the rules and regulationsAnd inbetween they’re having funThe teachers told me son, get me an educationSo I had my bout of freedomDressed like…

Written by Jay Kay, Toby Smith and Stuart Zender Touch me in the night time All I want from you is love And I know you can give me such sweet moments To last me so long Cos, you make me feel so strong All I want to do is spend a lifetime…

Written by Jay Kay, Stuart Zender and Toby Smith You say you fight to give us freedom But often more than not this is abused And the faces of a tired generation Have decided they are sick of being used For the purpose of current…

The papers you’ve arranged In a sense they’re strange They speak to me like constellations as we lie here There’s a magic I can’t hold Your smile of honey gold And that you never seem to be in short supply of…