Give me what I need
Poetry and laughter, how frivolous the sound
Where imminent disaster and misery abound
Les Fleurs du Malconten lie strangled in the weed
You may never know what I want, but I know what I need
A victim by profession; blame it on the girl
With the vacant possession of the sedentary world
I believe in miracles, it's written in the creed
Immaculate connection, give me what I need
Where imminent disaster and misery abound
Les Fleurs du Malconten lie strangled in the weed
You may never know what I want, but I know what I need
A victim by profession; blame it on the girl
With the vacant possession of the sedentary world
I believe in miracles, it's written in the creed
Immaculate connection, give me what I need
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