Tytuł: Eureka pile

• Wykonawca: Ministry
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   I seem to find myself each time I run away
  Don't give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ?
  Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time
  Or d'ya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine
  
  Same faces broken homes
  Those memories have fled
  All tears within me now are dormant or dead
  My viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore
  
  Alright Eureka's Pile
  Now my saviour, or my whore
  
  There's a lot that they don't mind when things aren't what they seem
  I always wake up baby cos I always wake up me
  My life may ain't come to much
  Ignore my history
  
  Least my Eureka Pile can see some way I feel
  Ain't the way I see (x2)
  
  My Eureka Pile and me.