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06.10.2009 |
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2. | What Are You Willing To Lose? |
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5. | The Devil and Maggie Chascarillo |
6. | Sixes and Sevens |
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8. | Johnny Davis |
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10. | Halfway Wrong |
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The Bike was on the street
Outside a midtown bar
He went looking for a drink
Wasn't looking very hard
She was sitting on his seat
When he came out the door
She said "run away with me."
He'd heard the line before
He said "better men than me have been all but left behind."
She said "we're doing pretty good if we can just get out alive."
She wrapped her arms around his waist
Nowhere to run to anyways
They bolted out into the streets
Unknown and beautiful
Unknown and beautiful
Unknown and beautiful
Unknown and beautiful
Unknown and beautiful
Into the streets
Too many nights alone
Too many days gone by
With nothing much to show
She was running out of time
He was all she'd ever need
If they could just outrun the past
She said "run away with me."
She tried but couldn't laugh
He said "lesser men than me have put up better fights."
She said "we're doing pretty good if we can just get out alive."
She wrapped her arms around his waist
Nowhere to run to anyways
They bolted out into the streets
Unknown and beautiful
Unknown and beautiful
Unknown and beautiful
Unknown and beautiful
Unknown and beautiful
Freedom was all that she owned
She moved faster all on her own
But the freedom had left her, left her drifting like smoke
Left her drifting like smoke
He'd come on off the road
On his shoulder laid her cheek
The bitter taste of smoke
The bike between her knees
The engine running loud
Couldn't hear her if he tried
She spoke into the wind,
"Run away with me tonight."
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What Are You Willing To Lose? |
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I ain't no, good no more
at being alone like I was before
so darlin girl, won't you call my name
give me something to believe, take away the pain
I wanna take you out to a show
I wanna kiss you while the bands play their rock and roll.
I'm fallin in love to the sounds of the city
all the streets lead me always back to you
no need to be shy you're lookin' too pretty
please tell me what should i do.
It ain't sad, its just the way it goes
what are ya doing in this kinda place all alone?
now ain't the time to be going home
if you stay I think we can get along
me and my friends we might not look like much
but we got the time and we know when to push our luck.
I'm fallin in love to the sounds of the city
all the streets lead me always back to you
no need to be shy you're lookin' too pretty
please tell me what should i do.
Just hold on to me, give me your hand
everyones watching I don't give a damn
I just need you, need you to see
My hearts in my hands, I'm asking you please
Can't you hear trains crossin' over the seventh street bridge
the sounds of the bars closing down and the kids
who don't wanna go home but they can't stay here
and the moon's sinking low in the sky
It ain't sad, its the way it goes
what are ya doing in this kinda place all alone?
now ain't the time to be going home
if you stay I think we can get along
me and my friends we might not look like much
but we got the time and we know when to push our luck.
I'm fallin in love to the sounds of the city
all the streets lead me always back to you
no need to be shy you're lookin' too pretty
please tell me what should i do. x2
Please tell me what should I do.
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Bastard from the start but a charming one at that
Bad reputation but I really ain't that bad
It's alright, I can't feel a thing
Beauty from the city dolled up in a dress of gold
I like them high heels but she won't wear them no more
It's alright, I can't feel a thing
She's nothing short of perfect as she's falling to the ground
Nothing short of Armageddon is gonna slow her down
Nothing short of dying's gonna bring me any peace
But I ain't really worried, cause I can't feel a thing
Got so much to tell her but the words seem to get lost
Bottles empty and I can't complete the call
It's alright, I can't feel a thing
She ain't on the phone and she ain't on the way
And all the messages keep going up in flames
It's alright, I can't feel a thing
It's nothing short of Vegas and a bar that's never closed
Nothing short of lying down and waking up alone
And nothing short of dying's gonna bring me any peace
Well I ain't really worried, cause I can't feel a thing
It's alright, well it's alright
A little less pain every time I fall
It's alright, its alright
Til you get so tired you can't feel nothin' at all
Nothin' at all
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
Wasn't no answer but for then it had to do
It's alright, I can't feel a thing
I listened to a band at a bar outside downtown
There ain't enough girls wearing high heels in this crowd
It's alright, I can't feel a thing
She's nothing short of perfect as she's falling to the ground
Nothing short of Armageddon is gonna slow her down
Nothing short of dying's gonna bring me any peace
Well I ain't really worried, cause I can't feel a thing
Can't feel anything, well I can't feel anything
Can't feel a thing
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The Devil and Maggie Chascarillo |
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You left me cold but you still come around
Please don't knock on my door
You want to stay, I don't want you to go
But I know you don't love me no more
I tried and I tried time after time
I've given you all that I can
Now I'm weak and I want you
But I can't take the pain
Please say goodbye again
You come and you go just as you please
Don't care if you got no one else
Your voice is soft and your eyes are sweet
But they don't hold the love you once felt
I tried and I tried time after time
I've given you all that I can
Now I'm weak and I want you
But I can't take the pain
Please say goodbye again
And I know I've wasted time
Just waiting round here for you
Please won't you say goodbye
And this time follow through
Sometimes all that I want
is just to see your sweet face
But I know better than to see you again cause
I know I can't make you stay
I tried and I tried time after time
I've given you all that I can
Now I'm weak and I want you
But I can't take the pain
Please say goodbye again
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Just a Beautiful Song:
Well don't you stop wasting time, and come back down the line,
I'm right where you left me before.
I can't say I've been Behaved, you'd not believe me anyways,
There's been other women of course.
So hold me to this one.
I wont make the same mistakes anymore.
Come on now darlin, please darken my door.
With me its where you belong, so bring yourself back home.
we'll tear this town down to the ground.
White water tavern nights, old songs and cheap red wine.
There's no finer mess to be found
I'll hold you to this one
I still hear your footsteps crossing the floor
Come on now darlin please darken my door
Your bare feet on hardwood can barely make a sound
From the kitchen to the bedroom with all the lights down.
A glass of water, some whiskey, the smoke in your hair
All I taste is the perfume you wear.
yeah, that perfume you wear.
I don't expect that you will stay, gone are the good ole' days,
damn weren't we sure something else.
Ive caused enough trouble here, so girl get it in high gear
and come save me from myself.
We'll hold to this one
I still taste that god awful perfume you wore.
Now we'll hold to this one
Wont make the same mistakes anymore
Come on now darlin please darken my door
well come on now darlin
well come on now darlin
come on now darlin please darken my door...
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Hey darling, do you gamble?
'Cause I'm running the inside track.
and I'm taking all that I can and I'm never looking back.
Now, I believe you should run with me for a while.
Now, I believe you should run with me until this Texas sun falls into the sea.
If I shed this skin of iron and this breath of kerosene.
Darling, would you take a chance on me?
There's no map shows where I'm going.
and I can't say just where I've been.
But with you, girl, by my side, lord, there ain't no game that I can't win.
Now, I believe you should run with me for a while.
I believe that you should run with me until this Texas sun falls into the sea.
If I shed this skin of iron and this breath of kerosene.
Darling, would you take a chance on me?
And I know you don't know what odds I've got
But intuition sure counts for a lot.
Now, you looked me square in the eyes more than once tonight
I figured you and me, we'll make it just fine.
We'll make it just fine.
Hey darling, do you gamble?
I'll be your gambling man.
Now we'll take all that we can
and we'll never look back again
Now I believe you should run with me.
Hell, now, I believe you should run with me for a while.
Now I believe you should run with me until this Texas sun falls into the sea.
If I shed this skin of iron and this breath of kerosene.
Darling, would you take a chance on me?
Hell, now, I believe you should run with me until this Texas sun falls into the sea.
If I shed this skin of iron and this breath of kerosene.
Darling, would you take a chance on me?
Darling, would you take a chance on me?
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mama, your boys might make some mistakes
but we know where we're from
and we know how we were raised
so don't you think twice about where we are tonight,
no matter how far from home
we'll be back along, just a matter of time.
home, might scatter and fade,
with time all things must change
the road, it might take its own course
but, I intend, mama, we're still your boys
mama there's times where we'll make some mistakes,
we know how you've worked and we know how you've prayed,
so don't you think twice bout where we are tonight
no matter what becomes of us
you gave us enough,
know that we've tried.
home, it might scatter and fade
with time, all things must change
the road, it might take its own course
but i intend, mama, we're still your boys.
and your mother was 16
when she married the man that she loved
now she gave you everything
and you gave it all back to us
mama, you know we might make some mistakes
if we should falter, it's us should be blamed
don't you think twice, we're alright
learned it long time ago, we keep it close
you're with us tonight
home, it might scatter and fade,
with time all things must change,
the road it might take its own course
but I intend, mama, we're still your boys.
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