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We still sit at separate tables
And we sleep at different times
And the warm wind in the palm trees
Hasn t helped to change our minds

It was the lure of the tropics
That I thought might heal the scars
Of a love burned out by silence
In a marriage minus heart

And I call the kids on the telephone
Say there s something wrong out here
It s July but it s cold as Christmas
In the middle of the year

The temperature s up to ninety five
But there s a winter look in your mother s eyes
And to melt the tears there s a heat wave here
So how come it s cold as Christmas in the middle of the year

I dreamed of love in a better climate
And for what it s really worth
I put faith in the star we followed
To this Caribbean surf

But there s an icy fringe on everything
And I cannot find the lines
Where s the beauty in the beast we made
Why the frost in the summertime

feat. Vega 4

There s a time for us to let go
there s a time for holding on
a time to speak, a time to listen
there s a time for us to go
there s a time for laying low-down
there s...

In just a minute, there s something here that was not here before
I m clear-headed but confused
Because I thought that it would help me choose between
What I want and what I should
But I always end up playing the game
I don...

[chorus]
yo, either you a part of the problem
or part of the solution
what s your contribution to life
so many people complain, always talk about change yo
but what s your contribution to life
either you with or ain t with it,...

It s the tearing sound of love-notes
Casting out the gray stained windows
And the view outside is sterile
But I m only two cubes down
I ll photocopy all the things that we could be
If you took the time to notice me
But you can t now, I...

FZ:
They re really getting professional now. In the dressing room waiting for the Vanilla Fudge to go off Motorhead and Arthur Dyer Tripp the Third are playing cards.

Arthur:
Pair of queens what is this shit?

Motorhead:
Pissy, pissy poop.