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So much goin on these days
forget about instinct
it's not what pays.
Pleasure
up and down my smile:
A carton of eggs think.
It's all worthwhile.
Tell me spirit
What has not been done?
I'll rush out and do it.
Or are we doin it now?
Wordlesschorus
We are the innovators.
They are the imitators.
Come on
Hey don't you know how we started...
We forgot about love
but weren't brokenhearted.
Wordlesschorus
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Who Could See And Not Believe? The Heart That Beats The Wavelength.
And Who Could Say But Never Do. Things They've Said To Someone Who
Thru All That's Been And All Will Be - So In Line So Thoughfully(Lessly)
In Tune With You. So In Time For Me. New Thoughts Arrive. So In Time For Me.
Who Can Count The Time I'm Beatin... With My Hands?
Who Can Stop The Smoke From Breathin... In My Head?
Words Will Come And Words Will Go. Make Believe And Overthrow.
Just Believe And You Can Do.
You Know My Heart - It Beats For You.
It Beats4u - So In Time We Beat. Your Thoughts Align - So In Time With Me.
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Gideon. What Have You Told Us At All?
Make A Sound, Come Down Off The Wall.
Religion - Should Appeal To The Hearts Of The Young.
Who Are You? What Have You Become?
You Animal. Come On.
What Does This Remind You Of?
Truly. Truly We Have Become. Hated And Feared For Something We Don't Want.
Listen. Listen. Most Of Us Believe That This Is Wrong.
You Animal. Come On. What Does This Remind You Of?
Animal. Come On. What Does This Remind You Of? Animal. Come On.
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"Wakin' up, feeling, Good & limber,
When the telephone, it ring.
Was a bad man from California,
Tellin' of a stone he'd bring.
And of, better days,
From this town, we'd escape,
If we, holler loud, and make our way,
We'd all live, One Big Holiday.
So we listened &, Up the river,
And recorded all the sounds,
Was some shakin' & some, record playing,
All the leather kids were loud."
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I will sing to you of greater things... money, gold, and diamond rings.
Just don't make it last any longer thatn it has to
Stories of the greater years... fill your heart and soul with beer (tears)
Just don't make it last any longer than it has to
I will sing to you of greater things... money! gold! and diamond rings.
Just don't make it last any longer than it has to
Stories of the greater years... what's in here won't disappear
Just don't make it last any longer than it has to
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lowdown, cheatin, aint no need for repeatin,
so love, dawg, cant ye see? That you never gotta fight with me.
Hurtin. Beatin. Aint no need for repeatin,
so love dawg cant ye see, that you never gotta bleed for me.
Chancing, glancing, sho nuff mood for romancing
so love dawg cant ye see that you only gotta dance with me.
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why's it so strange when they say that the world's movin upwards?
Why's it surreal when my hands feel they cant roll the dice?
Why's it so great just to wake every day, alive and by your side.
It's a mystery I guess, there's lots of things I cant find.
Its not the way that you look, but your move that catches my eye.
Why's it so soft when the cannons unload on the others?
Why're we so loud when we say it wont happen to us?
Why does my mind blow to bits every time they play that song?
It's just the way that he sings,
not the words that he says, or the band.
I'm in love with this soul, it's a meaning that I understand.
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He Was Leading Us Thru The Dark. He Was Sayin That "Love Goes On."
I Was Wanting Some "Ice Cream." He Knew Exactly What I Meant.
From The Driver's Seat In The Dark. He Popped A Tape In The Dash Of His Car.
And When The Singer Started To Scream. I Knew Exactly What He Meant.
I Never Knew For Sure - What A Wonderful Man He Was.
What A Sensible Man He Was. What A Marvelous Man He Was.
Why Do We Love What Is Wrong? Big Devil Told Us To Sing Along.
And Like A Loving Flock We Obey - Except 4 Him - He Went His Own Way.
I Never Knew For Sure - What A Wonderful Man He Was.
Till The Day I Found Out His Cause - Was To Do It For All Of Us.
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Sorry Bout The Things That I Had To Say - And I'll Make It Up To You Right Now At The Penny Arcade.
In An Open Car Or Wherever You Are - Push Yourself Too Hard And It Might Get Hot.
Well I Really Don't Need The Confusion - And You Know I Just Ain't The Type
To Get All Wrapped Up In The Illusion Of Doin Something That I Know Ain't Right - Right Right???
You've Got To Want To Re-Arrange And Keep It Off The Record. Off The Record.
You've Got To Know That We Will Change And Keep It Off The Record. Off The Record.
In A Crowded Room Near The Box Of Boom, To An Artificial Tune, I See You Swoon.
Well You Knew All This Would Turn To Mist If Your Idea Wasn't Kissed - Why're You So Pissed?
Well I Know You Don't Need The Confusion And I Know You Just Ain't The Type.
To Get All Wrapped Up In The Illusion Of Doin Something That You Know Ain't Right - Right Right???
Right Right??? Right Right??? Right Right???
You've Got To Want To Rearrange And Keep It Off The Record. Off The Record.
You've Got To Know That We Are Strange And Keep It Off The Record. Off The Record.
You've Got To Know That We Will Change And Keep It Off The Record. Off The Record Come On.
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"Watchin' this streach of road,
Miles of light explode,
Driftin' off the thing I've never done before.
Watchin' the crowd roll in,
Out go the lights, It Begins.
Feeling in my bones I've never felt before.
People always told me,
That bars are dark & lonley,
And talk is often cheap & filled with air.
Sure sometime it thrills me,
But nothing could ever chill me,
Like the way they make the time just disapear.
Feelin' you're here again,
Hard on my skin again,
Feelin' good a thing, I've never known before,
What does it mean to feel?
Millions of dream 'come real,
Feeling in my sould I've never felt before.
And you, you always told me,
No matter how long it holds me,
If it falls apart or makes us millionares,
We'll be right here forever,
Go through this thing together,
And on Heaven's Golden Shore, We'll lay our heads."
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Lay Low Why Don't Ya Now? Lay Back Awhile And I'll Show Ya - I Got The Good That You Want No
Need To Go And - Hunt Something Else - It's Right Here With Me - When You Stay.
It's Always Good When I Get To See That There's Never More Than What You're Telling Me When You
Stay - Home
Lay Low If The Feel Is Right - (Let The Fetus Rock) I Got All That I Want Here In You Tonite And We'll Pass Out
On The Bedroom Floor After Goin Like This (Full Tilt) So Long.
Hold Up - You Showed Me. Oh What You Told Me - It's Not What You Want But What You Need It's Not
A Head Full Of Booze (Pills) Or Amphetamines - When You Stay.
It's Always Good When I Get To See That There's Never More Than What You're Telling Me When You
Stay - Home.
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In A Dream I Saw You Walkin - Like A Kid Alive And Talkin - That Was You.
In The Classroom You Were Teachin - On The Streets You Were Policing That Was You.
To The One I Now Know Most - I Will Tell Them Of Your Ghost Like A Thing -
That Never, Ever Was.
And All That Ever Mattered Will Some Day Turn Back To Batter Like A Joke.
Behind Thin Walls You Hid Your Feelins - Take Four Legs To Make A Ceilin Like A Thing.
In A Dream I Saw You Walkin, With Your Friends Alive And Talking - That Was You.
Well I Saw It In Your Movement - And Even Though You Never Knew It -
Well, I Knew, Just How Sweet It Could Be - If You'd Never Left These Streets.
You Had Me Worried! So Worried - That This Would Last...
But Now I'm Learning - Learning That This Will Pass...
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Oh shit run! oh shit run! oh shit run thru the ghetto.
They will hear you.
Mornin' bell tolls at home, rings loud back where I come from, calls me back.
Often times I would hope and pray, then faith came my way.
Oh shit run! oh..............
It's what appears to me, it's what appears to me.
Oh shit run! oh..............
It's what appears to me, it's wha appears to me.
It's what appears to me.
Ahhhhhhhh...................
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at dawn they ride again, they'll haul you out to the streets.
They'll burn your papers and your empty trash cans,
beat this thought into your head, singin over and over again:
"all your life is obscene!"
"forget the papers, forget your musical dreams!"
but that's when my knife rises,
their life ends and my life starts again!
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hey! The Christmas curtain falls on lawbreakers
that pave the way for thoughtless folks like me and j who'd pay,
but cant afford the finer things in life so we heist them all..
we're criminals that never break the law!
So, to all you frowns go down to town square and
get some action, from the xmas girl that lives inside your womb.
She's always there I think that im certain,
you pay to get behind her Christmas curtain.
you're the criminal that never breaks the law!
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down in the city,
the flames gathered round.
churches and buildings
in ashes on the ground.
they think they're goin to hell.
out in the hollow,
it drown out the crowd,
and i think my other would kill me.
if she knew what i was about.
i think im going to hell...
devils and demons are comin.
lovers and children beware.
devils and demons are comin...
to take me to hell.
to take me to hell.
to take me to hell.
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So I do believe, none of this is physical
At least not to me
So, I do believe
That anywhere it goes
It's always with me
It's not the dream
That makes you weak
It's not the night that makes you sleep
But it's a voice, and it's a choice
To call you out, or stay at home
So, I do believe
None of this is physical
At least not to me
So I do believe
That anywhere it goes
It's always with me
It's not the beast, it's not the sheets
So soft and warm, all over me
But it's the touch, you need so much
To move around on this green earth
Take your money and your drugs
Take your money and your drugs
To anyone who wondered
What old jebus meant to me
Take him out to go diving
In red patoka sea
The brain melts in the twilight
With the boar and moving trees
Your skin looks good in moonlight
And Goddamn those shaky knees
The fact that my heart's beating
Is all the proof you need
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Daybreak, nightfall, long as I believe
There ain't nothing glowing like the skin you're showin' and the keys you gave to me
Nightjails, poolhalls, some things are everywhere
So for the past I'm diggin' a grave so big, it will swallow up the sea
Oh I know... that it's easy... there's no trouble waitin' for me
Dancefloors, headlights, in my blood there's gasoline
For an urban boy on a dirty tour I never felt so clean
Loaded questions in an automatic world
You just won't be seein' the things you need, as if you thought you would
Oh, I know... it's never easy... when there's trouble waitin' for me
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Is This "Climbing Up To The Moon?"
Or Is It Bailing Out Too Soon?
I Hope We Didn't Wait Too Long.
All That I Wanted To Say - Words Only Got In The Way.
But Then I Found Another Way To Communicate.
Is This "Climbing Up To The Moon?"
Or Is It Fadin Out Too Soon??
I Know We Didn't, I Know We Didn't Wait Too Long -
Cause Anytime's A Good Time To Move On.
Things I Could Say To Myself - I Could Never Say To Anyone Else.
But What Madonna Said Really Helped -
She Said: "Boy - You Better Learn To Express Yourself!"
I Know We Didn't, I Know We Didn't Wait Too Long.
Cause Anytime's A Good Time To Move On.
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Sittin' here with me and mine, all wrapped up in a bottle of wine
Little we can do... we gon' see it thru somehow
So... now are you ready to go? my lady
I been waitin' on the boat here I been waitin' so long
"Can he se me? does he feel me? does he know me at all?"
"Does it shiver? always deliver? does it know me at all?"
Bang! Bang! goes the night, all wrapped up in the firelight
Don't "rock bottom", just listen, just slow down
So... now are you ready to go, my lady?
I been waitin' on the boat here, I been waitin' so long...
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