What holy cities are to nomadic tribes - a symbol of race and a bond of union - great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.
G.E. Woodberry
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Just What I Needed
Wasting all my time (Time, time, time, time)
Cause when you're standing, oh, so near (So near)
I kinda lose my mind (Mind, mind, mind)
It's not the perfume that you wear (That you wear, that you wear)
It's not the ribbons in your hair
I don't mind you coming here
And wasting all my time
I don't mind you hanging out (Hanging out, hanging out)
And talking in your sleep (Sleep, sleep, sleep)
It d-d-doesn't matter where you've been (Where you've been, where you've been)
As long as it was deep (Deep, deep), yeah
You always knew to wear it well (Wear it well)
And you look so fancy, I can tell (I can tell)
I don't mind you hanging out
And talking in your sleep
I guess you're just what I needed (Just what I needed)
I needed someone to feed
I guess you're just what I needed (Just what I needed)
I needed someone to bleed
I don't mind you coming here (Coming here, coming here)
And wasting all my time time (Time time)
Cause when you're standing, oh, so near
I kinda lose my mind, yeah
It's not the perfume that you wear (That you wear)
It's not the ribbons in your hair
I don't mind you coming here (Coming here)
And wasting all my time
I guess you're just what I needed (Just what I needed)
I needed someone to feed
I guess you're just what I needed, (Just what I needed)
I needed someone to bleed
Yeah, yeah, so bleed me!
You're just what I needed
You're just what I needed
You're just what I needed, yeah, yeah.