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Artist：tricky

Songs Title：feed me

Album by: Maxinquaye

Artist by: Tricky

Tricky:

Hey you, so whatcha gonna do

Unbearable, searable, popular demand

From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man

Unbearable, searable, popular demand

Unbearable, searable, popular demand

From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man

Unbearable, searable, popular demand

Martina:

How things are together well destroy

And then we can destroy what we are

Together we can build what we are when we dream the spirit free

We dont give praise, we take praise

So why are we?

Tricky:

Unbearable, searable, popular demand

From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man

Martina:

How things are together well destroy

And then we can destroy what we are

Together we can build what we are when we dream the spirit free

We dont give praise, we take praise

So why are we?

Tricky:

Unbearable, searable, popular demand

From cradle to grave, this simple diary of man

Unbearable, searable, popular demand

Martina:

Feed me when Im hungry

Drink me till Im dry

The dream of yesterday becomes another lie

You feed me lies, distortion, the english disaster

No ones free from love for one master

Tricky:

Unbearable searable popular demand

From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man

Martina:

We found a new place to live where were taught to grow strong

And strongly sensitive, it always sets the scenery

Colors leave only beauty, words and wine amongst the greenery

See how it is x2

The only lessons you teach us from a margin

They ask my origin

The only lessons you teach us from a margin

They ask my origin, its a moral sin, its a moral sin

Extract from crystal though nothing is clear

I despise you, damn you, dream you

I love you

But still nothing is clear

I think of when I found you

You keep on singin while Im drowning

Down into that two-tone vision

Ive been raised in this place

And now concrete is my religion

See how it is x4

The only lessons you teach us from a margin

You ask my origin

The only lessons you teach us from a margin

They ask my origin

The only lesson you teach us, wrong and right

You ask my origin

The only lesson you teach us, wrong and right

They ask my origin, its a moral sin, its a moral sin