Lucine, oh, inspect me
Before I have to go
And if I really want to
You'll be in control
When the reign is terrible
And brought back to the fore
I'd be in resolute fortitude
Way more than I should
Lucine, oh, digest me
And heave out what you knew
Of that man, head in the sand
Prior to the beast
And if I really am
If I really can
Make it to heaven
Wouldn't it be nice to get in touch
Over the trees, or up above
Taste the air of which seems hard to reach
Wouldn't it be nice to get in touch
Press my buttons far enough
Then everything, it seems, is rich to die
To die
The scents of yore seep in my hair
For what I've done we'll have to bear
Our life was short; was cut so thin
My unknown force has come again
The scents of yore seep in my hair
For what I've done we'll have to bear
My fruitless heart; obsessed of thee
You'll never hope, you'll never dream
My Lucine
CAFFEINADO - Lucine (O', Digest Me) Lyrics
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Lucine, oh, inspect me
Before I have to go
And if I really want to
You'll be in control
When the reign is terrible
And brought back to the fore
I'd be in resolute fortitude
Way more than I should
Lucine, oh, digest me
And heave out what you knew
Of that man, head in the sand
Prior to the beast
And if I really am
If I really can
Make it to heaven
Wouldn't it be nice to get in touch
Over the trees, or up above
Taste the air of which seems hard to reach
Wouldn't it be nice to get in touch
Press my buttons far enough
Then everything, it seems, is rich to die
To die
The scents of yore seep in my hair
For what I've done we'll have to bear
Our life was short; was cut so thin
My unknown force has come again
The scents of yore seep in my hair
For what I've done we'll have to bear
My fruitless heart; obsessed of thee
You'll never hope, you'll never dream
My Lucine
Before I have to go
And if I really want to
You'll be in control
When the reign is terrible
And brought back to the fore
I'd be in resolute fortitude
Way more than I should
Lucine, oh, digest me
And heave out what you knew
Of that man, head in the sand
Prior to the beast
And if I really am
If I really can
Make it to heaven
Wouldn't it be nice to get in touch
Over the trees, or up above
Taste the air of which seems hard to reach
Wouldn't it be nice to get in touch
Press my buttons far enough
Then everything, it seems, is rich to die
To die
The scents of yore seep in my hair
For what I've done we'll have to bear
Our life was short; was cut so thin
My unknown force has come again
The scents of yore seep in my hair
For what I've done we'll have to bear
My fruitless heart; obsessed of thee
You'll never hope, you'll never dream
My Lucine
Writer: Charles Anthony
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