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the early spring
Creating the sensation of wings.

This place is home
Holding all the love we've grown
We'll keep the homefires burning
Waiting for your

Satellite

You take me to a somewhere I've never been,
You've got me up so high and now it's getting harder to breath,

It's such a sweet sensation

And I don't want to hang out with your honey man
Need to tell yo girl to find another spot to some sunny man
Blinded by my lumens
They can't see this shit

generational, my plight feel so insatiable
Fight or flight sensations activated by debatable adversaries
I was scary, now I let it rock, never roll
Keep it ten

the tendency
No, it's more of a dependency
Not on rain or sun or air so fresh
But on the sweet and supple taste of human flesh

It's a people-eating garden
Where

diploma, never graduated

A couple niggas try to rob, but they can never snake him Automatic close by, blow their imagination
Several niggas doin' bids,

The love I crave for… (sweet sensation)
Is you I’m wanting… (speculation)

town's got quite a reputation
Hailed as a country music sensation
Bow to the good ole boys on high
Grab a bitter sweet grin and give it your best try

alright, hey, hey
You’ll be swept by the wave
Clap your hands and keep your
Keep your head high with pride let it go
I’m gonna hold your hand and I know that

renowned seas
Verse
Lead and still collides into view, breeze wet cold is what I call home sweet home
Pressed in perceptions I taste these new sensations

I have succumbed to this passive sensation
Peacefully falling away
I am your zombie, your wish will command me
Laugh as I fall to my knees

Sing

my body you can tell by how I break it
I prioritize my fix, tryna satisfy my craving
I be thinking bout the bottle when I'm having conversations
She

the crowd, we start to sway
In this opera house, a different ballet
Drawn together as the curtains rise
Our chemistry ignites, a sweet surprise

Then suddenly,

to dominatrix
Distorted form of forbid of flesh for sensation
Mind of a serial killer, locked concentration
Sweet taste of bliss, in from the Holy Grail
Now hold

Into the Groove

Ciccone Youth

The Whitey Album

1988

on your feet, yeah
Step to the beat
Boy what will it be

Music can be such a revelation
Dancing around you feel the sweet sensation
We might be lovers

Too many billion people running around the planet
What is the chance in heaven that you'd find your way to me
Tell me what is this sweet sensation

The Time Has Finished To Look For The Pleasure... 

I Will Come All Nights To All Those Deers 
To Seduce Them By Their Most Sick Sexual Desires 
I

Step to the beat
Boy what will it be
Music can be such a revelation
Dancing around you feel the sweet sensation
We might be lovers if the rhythm's right

and hang loose
Lay hypnotized by the tube, horrific daily news
Ears ringing from eerie noises, empty vessels make the loudest
TV hosts invading living-rooms

With one look - you had me fall for you
With one smile - you sealed my sweetest dream
Day by day - I move closer to you
So close I breathe the air

Nothing on me
Can't do nothin like me like me

Imagination don't forget about your inspiration
The music sounds like a Sweet Sensation
Just free yourself

One World

The Freddy Jones Band

Mile High Live

1999

Could you part with what you claim to be your possessions?
I do believe in a sweet imagination
An open road paved by inspiration

One world within,

get you tons)

The world is spinning faster by the minute and I'm longing to be saved
This bitter sweet sensation got a got another hold of me

Now

yeah
Step to the beat
Boy what will it be

Music can be such a revelation
Dancing around you feel the sweet sensation
We might be lovers if