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Sleep clouds disperse and settle on my bed
Leave my eyes but cling like cobwebs to my head
Its like the book I never read oh the dust inside my head
(chorus)
Can't be bought
And you can keep tommorow
Can't be saved
There ain't no flies on me
Can't be caught
The plague that ate your soul can keep away from me
Down the evening rain falls
Waltzing round my feet
Paints reflections of the houses on my street
Drawn out as the night draws in
By the sound of laughing
The smell of sin
(chorus)
Smile again for me
As if you're going to say
'Nothing could have done all this
And then gone away'
I may have just saved my life
On a childish whim
Or a pretty rhyme
(chorus)
x2
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When I am sad and weary
When all my hope is gone
And i can't put my finger on the time things first went wrong
I have a little secret I like to tell myself
And until now i haven't told anybody else
You may not see things my way
Like my methods or my reasons
But you can't tell me that i'm wrong
(chorus)
Theres no heart you can't melt with a certain little smile
No challenge should be faced without a little charm and a lot of style
So don't put your faith in time She heals but doesn't change
And only a fool wont take the chance to stay the same
When I am sad and weary
When all my hope is gone
I walk around my house and think of you woth nothing on
I have a list of things I go over in my mind
When i can just sit right back and watch the world unwind
You may not see things my way
I don't care cos im not asking
But you can't tell me that i'm wrong
(chorus)X2
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Where did you go?
When things went wrong for you?
When the knives came out for you?
Where did you go?
All you needed was a friend.
You just had to ask and then...
You don't have to have the solution, you've got to understand the problem.
And don't go hoping for a miracle.
All this will fade away.
So I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
What did you learn?
Locked away all on your own, chance and your head all blown.
What did you learn?
It was unfortunate.
You missed your chance to find out that:
You don't have to have the solution, you've got to understand the problem.
And don't go hoping for a miracle.
All this will fade away.
So I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
You don't have to have the solution, you've got to understand the problem.
And don't go hoping for a miracle, yeah.
All this will fade away.
So I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
But just for a short while.
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Seems like your'e always a million miles away
As far as I'm concerned thats where you can stay
But all the time I'm reminded
(chorus)
And all the time you remind me
Of blitz-kreig and the doodle bug
Salt upon a bubbling slug
You say I can talk to you anytime
Though I just wanna cut some rug
Turn yourself away and shrug
And say I can talk to you anytime
Anytime
Used to be a time we had a lot in common
Now as far as i can see you got some thing coming yeah
And all the time your'e behind me
(chorus)
Easy living in a bubble
And no complication or trouble
But its hard to have responsibility
And judging by you a personality
(chorus)
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Yesterday has gone but time is on my side,
When I'm on my own I find a place to hide,
You're rushing through my head,
You're seeping through my skin.
Heaven feels so close it doesn't feel so great,
Underneath these stars well I don't know my name,
I'm lying in your arms, I'm lying to your face,
And right before my eyes,
You turned and walked away.
One thing she can't do,
Is tell me what I'm trying to prove,
And what to say to you,
I'll be straight with you,
I think I might be losing my way,
Because you left me there for dead,
I don't ever think I'll get over you.
(Hello boys and girls!)
One thing she can't do,
Is tell me what I'm trying to prove,
And what to say to you,
I'll be straight with you,
I think I might be losing my way.
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Tonight I'm wound tighter than a watch spring.
Tonight you owe my patience quite a debt.
Tonight we're not gonna solve anything.
I might say something that we both regret.
And now the pressure's on, the heat is rising.
The time has come to stop apologising.
'Cause when the skies go clear, the threat of rain is always here with you.
Tonight the geese are flying.
And everything you say is a call to arms.
Tonight there's something in the air.
Don't come too close and you'll come to no harm.
And now the pressure's on, the heat is rising.
The time has come to stop apologising.
'Cause when the skies go clear, the threat of rain is always here with you.
With you.
With you.
With you.
And now the pressure's on, the heat is rising.
The time has come to stop apologising.
With all that's gone before, my motive's never felt so pure.
And now my heart's beset with eighteen carot gold regrets.
'Cause when the skies go clear, the threat of rain is always here with you.
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Monday
Count all the teeth in my head
Tuesday
Anointed by a man in a dress
It's more than just a question of time
It's more a question of
Reason and rhyme
Wednesday
Got hiched just like a good boy should
Thursday
And Friday didn't feel so good
On Saturday I said my goodbyes
On Sunday I'm food
For the worms and the flies
Pack up your troubles now take
All you can carry
On your way
Your way
Just remember this time you know you've only got seven days
It's more than just a question of time
It's more a question of
Reason and rhyme
Pack up your troubles now take
All you can carry
On your way
Your way
Just remember this time you know you've only got seven days
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If you get out before September, remember that I'm still inside, but I'm dry, I'm dry.
And you, when you try to make a difference, you're so different.
And then I try, and just die, I die.
You know that I need you more than I want ya, but I want ya for all time.
So I'm, I guess on the line.
It's all that I can do to sing these stupid songs to you.
I give up half my time just trying to think up words that rhyme.
I ain't getting any younger, but you wouldn't know.
So it's on with the show.
Sometimes a smoke a drink and a ponder can work wonders when you're down.
Takes your frown, turns it round, around.
And you when you try to make a difference, you're no different than when I try, and just die, I die.
And now that your day-dream is forgotten and forgiven, and the world has been saved, be brave.
It's all that I can do to sing these stupid songs to you.
I give up half my time just trying to think up words that rhyme.
I ain't getting any younger, but you wouldn't know.
'Cause I walk in shadow.
And I never ever really show my face.
But I'm only ever seen in the right place.
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I know it's getting late.
But if you'd like to talk a little more.
Well that's alright with me.
I'm feeling kinda tired.
But it ain't exactly beating down my door.
Now just why could this be?
And I know I shouldn't say.
But you've been acting strange the last few days.
And this has made me think.
Your pills have cost too much.
And you can't feel them working any more.
So pour them down the sink.
And listen to me.
All you've gotta do is baby kick off your shoes and lay down.
Climb up here with me and let's forget about sleep, and lay down.
Why hide your face from me?
Why turn away?
All I wanna do is pull you closer and say:
I'm feeling kinda tired.
But it ain't exactly beating down my door.
Now just why could this be?
Will you listen to me?
All you've gotta do is baby kick off your shoes and lay down.
Climb up here with me and let's forget about sleep, just lay down with me.
Lay down next to me.
Lay down with me.
I know I shouldn't say.
But you've been acting strange the last few days.
And this has made me think, you know it got me thinking.
Your pills have cost too much.
And you can't feel them working any more.
So pour them all right down the sink.
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I don't care much for tradition,
And I know you'll be leaving one day,
I can't promise that I'll ever be the one,
But if you'll love me till Monday.
Let's Seran Wrap for the weekend,
And see who comes up for air first,
We can go and break some windows,
And run and run until our chests were fit to burst.
Forget we ever said the words,
The future is dead, that's what you said,
It's all in your head. you see, not mine,
I'm fine, I'm alive, I've arrived.
We thought we could make a difference,
And be remembered when the Pyramids are dust,
But we've had to learn that these bridges that we build,
Can be as fragile as a loved one's trust.
The future is dead, that's what you said,
It's all in your head, you see, not mine,
I'm fine, I'm alive, I've arrived.
Here comes my everything,
This is my everything,
There goes my everything,
Bye bye my love.
The future is dead, that's what you said,
It's all in your head, you see, not mine,
I'm fine, I'm alive, I've arrived.
The future is dead, that's what you said,
It's all in your head, you see, not mine,
I'm fine, I'm alive, I've arrived.
Let's forget about the questions,
We've been dragging round for years,
Let's clear this smokey air between us,
Then say goodbye, and shed no tears.
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Can I stay at your house?
I'll sleep on the floor.
My home is a war-zone, I've no stomach for more.
You can't hold a candle to what I saw today.
More than I can handle, so I'm running away.
Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
And I am welcome no more.
It's the harrowing story of one man's mistakes.
And the names have been left out for the innocents' sake.
That man who would save us from the hurt the world brings, neglected to mention who would save us from him.
And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
It's like the third degree.
And I am welcome no more.
Now I've no one to turn to.
I guess I'm at my wits end.
I'm beginning to learn who are really my friends.
And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
And I am welcome no more.
Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
It's like the third degree.
And I am welcome no more.
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I love your bodywork and,
Your flashy pop-up lights,
The way you hug the corners,
However fast and tight,
She comes in 16 colours,
She'll suck your money dry,
Gives shitty mileage,
But come on lets get inside.
I love your slinky spoilers,
They really speak to me,
State of the art sound system,
Leather upholstery,
She purrs just like a kitten,
She seems to throb with pride,
Gives you the feeling,
You've been taken for a ride.
Pay no attention to the signs,
No stopping any time,
Come park that chassis next to mine,
You know, I'm on a double yellow line.
I love your bodywork and,
Your flashy pop-up lights,
The way you hug the corners,
However fast and tight,
She comes in 16 colours,
She'll suck your money dry,
Gives shitty mileage,
But come on lets get inside.
Pay no attention to the sign,
No stopping any time,
Come park that chassis next to mine,
You know, I'm on a double yellow line,
Ba ba da ba ba da ba ba bah.
I like to burn some rubber,
I like to feel the steel,
I like to put my foot down,
I like to take the wheel,
She purrs just like a kitten,
She'll go that final mile,
But if she's rocking,
Don't come knocking for a while.
Pay no attention to the sign,
No stopping any time,
Come park that chassis next to mine,
You know, I'm on a double yellow line.
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There's a mudslide.
It's slipping down to cover the hillside.
And you can bet it's gonna seep into your house, in through your eyes and out your dirty little mouth.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
And what's the odds that you're enjoying one right now, from the comfort of your favourite easy-couch?
And the man said âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get by?âЂќ
There's a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
And you can bet it's gonna seep into your house, in through your eyes and out your dirty little mouth.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
And what's the odds that you're enjoying one right now, from the comfort of your favourite easy-couch?
The scum's gonna keep on rising.
It swallows up the sun-shining blue horizon.
And everywhere you look it's the same disguises.
The lunatics, it seems, run the whole asylum.
The scum's gonna keep on rising.
It swallows up the sun-shining blue horizon.
And everywhere you look it's the same disguises.
The lunatics, it seems, run the whole asylum.
There's a mudslide.
It's slipping down to cover the hillside.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
There's a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
There's a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
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how in the world will i make it to work
in the morning?
i've been drinking since we clocked out
and now it's 4am
But they're such a generous couple
are freida and pauline
When they offer a late night session,
you dont want to offend.
The shutters come down
and thats what they're for
we dont want to invite in the law
It's not often the case that were forced
to sacrifice the jukebox.
But the plug always has to be pulled
on the quiz machine
So you invibe all you can
cos you're partaking in something forbiden
And time after time you'll wake up
face down in the la train.
We speak in hushed tones
And dim down the lights
we're staying after hours tonight
Where am I now?
Where am I now?
Where am I now?
I dont remember a thing,
I dont remember, remember a thing
Lord only knows what kind of poison i'm drinking
I can't read the label
So i'll just dance off my cares like Fred Aistaire
up here on the table
The shutters come down
and thats what they're for
we dont want to invite in the law
we speak in hushed tones
and dim down the lights
we're staying after hours tonight!!
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I'm a fast boy
I've got worry
I've got engagements
I'm in a hurry
So come on
Don't use telephones
I won't hear ya
Beneath the radar
So inferior
So come on
Who's the man every weekend
Who's the fast boy, who's your best friend
First you twist my arm, then you grease my palm
Keeping cool and calm, not doing any harm.
I'm a fast boy
I'm on the guest list
I've got a gram of joy
Wrapped in a clenched fist
So come on
Who's the man every weekend
Who's the fast boy, who's your best friend
First you twist my arm, then you grease my palm
Keeping cool and calm, not doing any harm.
Please not a word to the mother
Please not a word to the mother
Please not a word to the mother
So come on
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Ugly hyena
Your misdemeanor,
Reveals the truth beneath your veneer
Filthy quizling, empty changeling
Not quite as lily-white as you once appeared
Are you aware of what you're doing?
Do you even care just who you're screwing
Back stabber, money grabber
You want to grind my bones to climb the ladder
Insipid, and weak with it
But I mistook you for a kindred spirit
And to think that you almost fooled us
With promises and acquired kudos
Liquid lips wants
Liquid lips gets
Liquid lips too shallow to have any regrets
Liquid lips suck
Liquid lips blow
Liquid lips knows how the conspiracy goes
Liquid lips once
Liquid lips twice
Some men will love you
Some men will hate you
Some men just seem intent to disintegrate you
Without a motive, without a reason
Maybe your kinda face just ain't in season
You got a style that is so attractive
But when you smile it's radioactive
Liquid lips wants
Liquid lips gets
Liquid lips too shallow to have any regrets
Liquid lips suck
Liquid lips blow
Liquid lips knows how the conspiracy goes
Liquid lips once
Liquid lips twice
Are you aware of what you're doing?
Do you even care just who you're screwing?
Liquid lips wants
Liquid lips gets
Liquid lips too shallow to have any regrets
Liquid lips suck
Liquid lips blow
Liquid lips knows how the conspiracy goes
Liquid lips once
Liquid lips twice
Liquid lips baby you would sleep on ice
Liquid lips over
Liquid lips out
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Some words will cut you
Like the sharpest blade
I don't love you anymore
I don't love you anymore
Nothing is different
But something has changed
I don't love you anymore
I don't love you anymore
As I speak these words
I cant believe what I'm saying
I don't love you anymore
I don't love you anymore
I keep my thoughts in little boxes labelled A-Z
Some words can break the skin
And let the daylight in
I don't love you anymore
I don't love you anymore
Your once charming foibles
Now drive me up the wall
I don't love you anymore
I don't love you anymore
I keep my thoughts in little boxes
Boxes underneath the bed
Under the bed with your photograph
And the image is fading
Time has flown
You're all alone
You've always known
It's never going nowhere
Act your age
Turn the page
Leave the stage
It's time to move on
And me and you
How high we flew
We always knew
It's never going nowhere
I keep my thoughts in little boxes
Boxes underneath the bed
Under the bed with your photograph
And the image is fading
Time has flown
You're all alone
You've always known
It's never going nowhere
Act your age
Turn the page
Leave the stage
It's time to move on
And me and you
How high we flew
We always knew
It's never going nowhere
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I can't fight, I forgo my pride,
Eye's open wide, I've nothing to hide,
Take me away, I'm ready to go,
To where I can't say,
And how I don't know.
Falling through, right into you,
Where can I go, what can I do,
Take me away, I'm willing to see,
And for the first time,
It all makes sense to me.
Appears to me, their to scared to say,
That no one can seem to find their way,
Don't mean we have to string along,
You do just to find you've done it wrong.
I can't fight, I forgo my pride,
Eye's open wide, I've nothing to hide,
Take me away, I'm able to say,
Won't take forever,
The best part of a day.
Appears to me, their to scared to say,
That no one can seem to find their way,
Don't mean we have to string along,
You do just to find you've done it wrong.
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I shan't close my eyes tonight,
I'm gonna look at you instead,
And when at last you sleep my love,
I'm gonna smash your lying head.
Everything you touch you tarnish,
Everything you've broken was mine,
Been standing right in front of me,
Oh Colorado beetle I fell for you.
You make me ache so badly,
I'd sooner rather be dead before my time,
Destined to be together,
Cursed with you,
Just as I'm a cursed with life.
Everything you touch you tarnish,
Everything you've broken was mine,
Been standing right in front of me,
Oh Colorado beetle I fell for you.
All the lies you ever told me,
I broke my spirit and my back for you,
All the time you never told me,
That the devil would be back for you.
Everything you touch you tarnish,
Everything you've broken was mine,
Been standing right in front of me,
Oh Colorado beetle I fell for you,
Oh Colorado beetle I fell for you,
Oh Colorado beetle I fell for you.
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If your nights feel long and empty,
And your heart grows tired at day,
Don't try to keep it from me,
Your eyes will always give you away.
Alone, alone,
It doesn't get any better, alone.
Hang on to your sense of wonder,
Hang on to your gentle grace,
Hold out for a great blue yonder,
You'll find your resting place.
Alone, alone,
It doesn't get any better, alone.
Alone, alone,
It doesn't get any better, alone.
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You think that everything's all right.
I think you might be wrong.
You just don't know how hard I try.
I try to catch your eye.
I missed again.
You know it really gets me down to see you with some clown who thinks he's so in touch with you.
But he don't have a clue about the things you need, the books you read, the friends you keep.
On which side of the bed you sleep.
Or anything about you.
Everywhere I go I feel you creeping out of nowhere, you're the demon on my shoulder.
You're the devil behind my smile.
The devil behind my smile.
I'm in a state and on a roll.
It's getting hard to keep control.
You'll never know how hard I try.
I try to catch your eye.
Everywhere I go I feel you creeping out of nowhere, you're the demon on my shoulder.
You're the devil behind my smile.
Every single time I try to keep you from my mind, I feel you creeping up my spine.
'Cause you're the devil behind my smile.
Everywhere I go I feel you creeping out of nowhere, you're the demon on my shoulder.
You're the devil behind my smile.
Every single time I try to keep you from my mind, I feel you creeping up my spine.
'Cause you're the devil behind my smile.
Everywhere I go I feel you creeping out of nowhere, you're the demon on my shoulder, you're the...
Every single time I try to keep you from my mind, I feel you creeping up my spine, 'cause you're the...
Everywhere I go I feel you creeping out of nowhere, you're the demon on my shoulder, you're the...
Every single time I try to keep you from my mind, I feel you creeping up my spine, 'cause you're the...
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In this town the people can be ignorant and cruel,
And no one ever seems to miss her,
Honest words don't know the damage they can do,
Truth has no rhyme, has no reason,
'Cause it's moving away from you,
'Cause it's moving away.
Strange the way the years have left no mark on you,
But stolen all the fight within you,
Where is the child that was to teach us how to fly,
Now that you can not begin to,
Is she moving away from you,
Is she moving away.
A thousand aimless roads have taken me away,
Miles of foreign way behind me,
And though you know I'm just a phone number away,
I wonder if you'll ever find me,
'Cause I'm moving away from you,
I am moving away,
'Cause I'm moving away from you,
I am moving away.
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Never seen the city,
Mainly 'cause you never wanted to go,
Always felt like a weakness, so you,
You never let it show,
People when they change their minds,
It's a tell-tale sign,
They don't know what to talk about,
But not you, you were never the one,
You're as quick as they come,
When you've got something to talk about.
Thought that time was a healer,
But now you feel the days starting to ache,
Used to live for the moment,
But now you find it hard staying awake.
When you smiled our hearts would fly,
But now you decide there's,
Something left to laugh about,
It's a bridge then you'll get by,
If it's a hole in the ground,
I know you're gonna clamber out.
Take the simple things you buy,
Let them be your comfort and your guide.
People when they change their minds,
It's a tell-tale sign,
They don't know what to talk about,
Not you, you were never the one,
You're as quick as they come,
When you've got something to talk about.
Oh there's nothing left to talk about,
There's nothing left to talk about,
There's nothing left to talk about,
There's nothing left to talk about.
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I knew a teenage Jesus.
He was a friend of mine.
He gave me all the answers, he fed me bread and wine.
Me and the other disciples, we understood his mind.
He had so many secrets.
He had such little time.
And I'll keep in my head all the words that he said.
And I'll keep in my heart all his love.
And I'll be at his side in just a while.
I knew a teenage Jesus.
I brought him to the dream.
He had the coolest sandals that I have ever seen.
âЂŒI want to be like you.âЂќ
I said âЂŒI want to be a star.âЂќ
He took my hand in his hand and said âЂŒYou already are.âЂќ
And I'll keep in my head all the words that he said.
And I'll keep in my heart all his love.
And I'll be at his side in just a while.
Hallelujah.
Um and hallelujah.
Hallalujah.
Um and Hallelujah.
I'll keep in my head all the words that he said.
And I'll keep in my heart all his love.
I said I'll keep in my head all the words that he said.
And I'll be at his side in just a while.
Happy Birthday Jesus.
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Let me just get this door.
I walked all night,
I walked all night,
I walked in search of you,
Come on listen now,
I waited all night,
I waited all night,
I Walked in search of you.
Listen to those foot steps baby,
'Cause I've been walking all night in search of you,
I've been standing on the corner,
I've been walking the street,
But you went out with Charlie now,
That won't do, you see.
I waited all night,
I waited all night,
I waited all night for you,
Oh lord,
I waited all night,
I waited all night,
I waited all night for you,
Come on now, come on.
Listen to those foot steps baby,
I've been walking all night in search of you,
I've been standing on the corner,
I've been walking the steet,
But you've been out with Charlie now,
And that won't do you see.
I walked all night,
I walked all night,
I walked in search of you,
Come on now,
I walked all night,
I walked all night,
I walked in search of you,
Come on, come on, come on,
I waited all night,
I waited all night,
I waited all night for you,
Oh lord,
I waited all night,
I waited all night,
I waited all night for you.
Come on,
I waited all night,
I waited all night for,
Oh I ain't gonna go mad on you baby.
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Arizona moon keep shining from the desert sky above.
You know pretty soon, that big yellow moon will light the way back to the one you love.
Blue shadows on the trail.
Little cowboy, close your eyes and dream.
All of the doggies are in the corral.
All of your work is done.
So close your eyes and dream little pal.
Dream of someone.
Blue shadows on the trail.
Soft wind blowing through the trees above.
All the other little cowboys, back in the bunkhouse now.
So close your eyes and dream.
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It's blue.
Down that street.
Just like people you might meet.
It's true.
On their face.
Lonliness you can't escape.
Who could ever take her place?
She was the little one.
Seemed like life had just begun.
The bell, on the phone.
Then we knew we were all alone.
All our tears couldn't bring her home
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I had a date with a pretty ballerina,
Her hair so brilliant that it's hurting my eyes,
I asked her for this dance and then she obliged me,
Was I surprised? Yeah,
Was I surprised? No not at all.
I called her yesterday, it should have been tomorrow,
I could not keep the joy that was inside,
I begged for her to tell me if she really loved me,
Somewhere a mountain is moving,
I'm afraid it's moving without me.
I had a date with a pretty ballerina,
Her hair so brilliant that it's hurting my eyes,
I asked her for this dance and then she obliged me,
Was I surprised? Yeah,
Was I surprised? No not at all.
And as I wake on this dreary Sunday morning,
I open up my eyes to find there's rain,
And something strange within says go ahead and find her,
Just close your eyes, yeah,
Just close your eyes and she'll be there,
She'll be there,
She'll be there,
She'll be there,
She'll be there,
She'll be there,
She'll be there.
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Student 1: So it's gonna be like, you know, if you don't hand in your essays you're not even gonna get a third.
Student 2: God he's such a twat!
Student 1: I know, he thinks we're still at school.
Student 3: Oh yeah, I've got this thing I wanna play you. Er.. skin up, will you.
Student 1: What's this?
Student 3: It's the Bluetones. It's just come out.
Student 1: No, I mean this.
Student 3: Er.. I think it's Moroccan. Yeah? What do you want?
Student 4: Yes sorry to bother you, but some of us actually have to get up in the morning. Can you turn the music down please. Thank you. Sleep tight.
Student 1: Yeah, I'm gonna need something to lean on. Cheers. So then, what's the one that's got their hit on it?
Student 3: Which one?
Student 1: You know, what's it called? Slight Return.
Student 2: That's the first album.
Student 3: Oh, I don't know that one. I only know the one that goes “you don't have to have the solution, you've got to invest in the problem”.
Students 1 & 2: Yeah, that's Slight Return. Yeah.
Student 3: Is it?
Student 2: Yeah.
Student 3: Oh. I just thought it was called “You Don't Have To Have The Solution, You've Got To Invest In The Problem”.
Student 1: No.
Student 3: Oh.
Student 2: How you doing with that?
Student 1: Yeah, I need a lighter or something. Cheers.
Student 3: “All this will fade away. 'Cause I'm going home”. Yeah, I like that one.
Student 1: What's this?
Student 3: I think it's called Blood Bubble.
Student 1: No, this.
Student 3: Oh sorry. That's my fake ID.
Student 2: You don't need fake ID, you look about thirty.
Student 3: Exactly. This gets me child fare on the buses.
Student 1: Oh my god, right! The other night, yeah, I was with Andy and Gerth. Completely forgot to tell you. And we got so caned, I was just like, “oh my god!”
Student 2: Oh yeah, right! Last night I was with Sebastian, and we got so caned I was just like, completely caned!
Student 3: Did you hear about Thursday?
Student 1: No.
Student 2: Why what happened?
Student 3: I went over to see Pierrs.
Student 1: Yeah?
Student 3: Yeah! And we got so caned. At first I was smoking, and then I was just like - go just completely caned! Oh my god. Oh my god! You've got like a Bag Puss video!
Student 1: Oh my god!
Student 2: Yeah, I know.
Student 1: Oh my god, let me have a look. Oh my god! This is like actual Bag Puss! Oh my god! This has got like Emily on it! And Professor Yaffle and the mice! Oh my god! “We will fix it! We will fix it!”
Student 3: Oh my god, do you remember the Frumps?
Student 1: Yeah! Oh my god, do you remember Jamie and the Magic Torch?
Student 3: Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah! Yeah, and the dog! What was the dog called? Oh my god, he had a dog! I'm sure he had a dog!
Student 4: Right! It is now half past three, OK? I've asked you politely to keep the noise down, now I am telling you. Turn it off! I said turn if off!
Student 2: Chill out, man. It will be finished in a minute.
Student 4: Right!
Student 2: Don't touch me, you gay!
Student 4: Turn it off you bloody shit!
Student 2: Touch those decks man, I swear I will kill you!
Student 4: You're a bloody shit!
Student 2: Get off!
Student 4: What's this?
Student 3: It's from Amsterdam, isn't it?
Student 1: No, it's Moroccan.
Student 4: Is this what I think it is?
Student 2: All right, put that down!
Student 1: Yeah, bad form man, you don't touch a guys' drop.
Student 2: I swear I will kill you.
Student 4: Oh! Butter fingers! Good night.
Student 2: I can't believe you just did that. I can't believe you just did that! That's my pot, man! I'm gonna kill you! You're dead!
Student 4: Oh yes, so while I'm still alive I'm gonna be making an appointment to see Paul O'Prey, and I will be suggesting as a matter of great urgency that you be given a transfer to another halls of residence. Good night.
Student 2: Big deal!
Student 4: Hmm, that's right. That's exactly what it is - a big deal! Good night.
Student 2: I can't believe it man, that was nearly a whole eighth!
Student 1: Forget it, man. Come on, let's get Kentucky.
Student 3: Oh my god! Oh my god, I've just realised! You've got Mr Ben as well!
Student 2: Oh, shut up!
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Sleep little baby, I feel you breathing on my arms,
Sleep little baby, oh yeah, when you wake will your daddy be gone.
Look at our time, it's falling away,
Falling away and it's a shame but it's true,
The days of are lives are but leaves in the wind,
Collected and binned always replaced in the grand scheme of things,
Just as the fall turns to winter, turns to spring.
The glint in your eyes grows brighter with time,
At least brighter than mine and it's a shame but it's true,
With you at my side I'll, face it again,
Smile from the train, and watch the world go whistling by without a care,
Lie back with you and put my feet up on the chair,
My favourite son, I'm wrapped and I'm done, but something has died,
Impossible child, within and reviled, come along for the ride.
Look at our time, it's falling away,
Falling away and it's a shame but it's true,
The days of are lives are, but leaves in the wind,
Collected and binned always replaced in the grand scheme of things,
Just as the fall turns to winter, turns to spring,
My favourite son, I'm wrapped and I'm done, but something has died,
Impossible child, within and reviled, come along for the ride,
But something has died.
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She slipped behind the screen, and thinking she could not be seen, she picked her bags up at the stream and headed for the neon ship.
Someone saw her leaving, but he had to let her go.
He smiled and said âЂŒbe careful what you dreamâЂќ.
She couldn't keep step with the trends, translate them or transcend.
So what if she'd made some friends?
It counts for little in the end.
Some wounds don't heal, they're designed to let you know that you must be careful what you dream.
I played poker with my health, earned and spent enormous wealth.
It only served to stunt my growth, and keep me further from myself.
Some wounds don't heal, they remain to let you know that you must be careful what you dream.
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She stood in the corner watching the band,
I felt the whole building contract and expand,
I dreamt us together in the dark skies above,
On a road to the stars, in a Vostok of love.
With just an elegant flick of her wrist,
I was made to realise that I could never exist,
She brushed me aside and tapped off her ash,
And my life went up like the head of a match.
Look for the sad eyed girl,
Living like a rumour out on the edge of the world,
Imagine the treasure she keeps,
What I wouldn't give to simply sit and watch her sleep.
Look for the sad eyed girl,
Living like a rumour out on the edge of the world,
Imagine the treasure she keeps,
What I wouldn't give to simply sit and watch her sleep,
What I wouldn't give to simply sit and watch her sleep,
What I wouldn't give to simply sit and watch her sleep,
What I wouldn't give to simply sit and watch her sleep.
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It was in those wonder-lust years, after I'd just left school,
That I first started to notice the change in everything.
I realised that the people I'd known all my life, (Take a long hard look,)
My family and friends were all just like strange little islands. (around the world you've helped to build.)
I didn't know who they were any more than I knew myself. (A Techni-colour wide-screen hell,)
It was at this point that I just started to drift. (beyond your window sill.)
A small balloon escaping from a child's hand. (Get over it, I'm only just getting my stride.)
Dig a hole for a broken man,
A man who could not cry,
Always a slave in a vacuous age,
Much passed him by.
I withdrew from all social activity quite dramatically,
Never seeing anybody unless I absolutely had to.
For the first 8 and a half months, (God-forsaken,)
I saw no-one except the guy who worked in the all-night petrol station. (belly-aching,)
And that suited me just fine. (low-life parasite.)
I dreamt of never having to go outside for any reason again, ever. (So much angry cynicism,)
Of being buried in my house with all my stuff, (so much angst and spite.)
Like a huge asbestos sarcophagus. (Get over it, I'm only just getting my stride.)
Dig a hole for a broken man,
A man who could not cry,
Always a slave in a vacuous age,
Much passed him by.
And I know what you're thinking,
“This guy needs to get out a bit more. Make contact.”
But that's not it. You see,
Since I've been away from other people,
Lots of things have improved in my life.
I'm a much better individual, thank you.
And now I've almost forgotten all the little things that used to bug me.
My appetites are healthy, and my mood is calm and even.
So go and pick on someone else.
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Can I stay at your house?
I'll sleep on the floor.
My home is a war-zone, I've no stomach for more.
You can't hold a candle to what I saw today.
More than I can handle, so I'm running away.
Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
And I am welcome no more.
It's the harrowing story of one man's mistakes.
And the names have been left out for the innocents' sake.
That man who would save us from the hurt the world brings, neglected to mention who would save us from him.
And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
It's like the third degree.
And I am welcome no more.
Now I've no one to turn to.
I guess I'm at my wits end.
I'm beginning to learn who are really my friends.
And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
And I am welcome no more.
Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
It's like the third degree.
And I am welcome no more.
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Back up, coming through,
Get that shit outta the way.
I see you walkin' the streets,
I wait a couple of years,
I make you look like a dip shit man,
You look like a fool.
This ain't no east side,
This ain't the west side,
This ain't the south side,
Where the fuck are we.
I catch you in with the cloud surrender,
But she's in my sight,
I feel like it was deserved,
I'm gonna get, get you, you son,
You are a joke.
Want to control,
See through his soul,
Diggin' in his hole,
Then he fock the brain hole.
Dig me under that,
Shush your gonna bring back the white hare.
I see you walkin' like the suits,
Look at this girl,
She practically covered,
A human tattoo,
Your goin' nowhere,
Feelin' oh yeah bomb.
There ain't no stupid fuckin' shit, shit.
More, yes sir I am sorry to,
Are you more than a bit angry,
Getting outta here,
By goring the soul.
I see you don't give a shit, shit,
About your comin' round,
I hear your goin' tonight,
There comin' over here,
Unless we bit off the end,
Old man rock.
Oh I feel better now.
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Endlessly spiralling out of control,
On an un-ending drop through an infinite hole,
I wonder what's waiting to cushion my fall,
Or where I will land if I come down at all.
Remember your words there tattoo in my brain,
You said never apologise, never explain,
And so who's sorry now, who's sorry now.
Generously buying a warm rush of blood,
And it's all I can do not to drown in the flood,
All that's tied up or that can't be undone,
Well I lived it all once and it wasn't much fun,
A purging of conscience so late in the day,
You ask why put things up, well it's just in my way,
And so Who's sorry now, who's sorry now,
Who's sorry now, who's sorry now.
Remember your words there tattooed in my brain,
Never apologise, never explain,
And so who's sorry now, who's sorry now,
Who's sorry now, who's sorry now,
Who's sorry now, who's sorry now.
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I bought some pumps at Gemima's,
But they were rubbing and making me sore,
I just carried on smiling,
'Cause everybody dug the shoes that I wore,
I can suffer in silence,
If it means that I can blend with the crowd,
Suckin' suffer in silence,
But I wouldn't want to say it too loud.
They'll bill keen down at the bistro,
And I was broke it was the end of the week,
I just had coffee whilst you stuffed your face,
We went Dutch without so much as a squeak,
I can suffer in silence,
Suck it in and bottle it up,
Suckin' suffer in silence,
As you keep me staring aghast.
Every night I retire to the same chair,
By a phone that's attached to the wall,
And I hope that no one will call,
I'm not waiting for an invitation,
I'm not waiting for horrible news,
But the other shoe to fall.
I can suffer in silence,
If it means that I can blend with the crowd,
Suckin' suffer in silence,
But I wouldn't want to say it too loud.
Every night I retire to the same chair,
By a phone that's attached to the wall,
And I hope that no one will call,
I'm not waiting for an invitation,
I'm not waiting for horrible news,
Just the other shoe to fall.
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Remember your lines, commit them to mind,
If you have your doubts, I have my rewind,
So that's what you do, you follow your cue,
Your reasons to me, feel like an excuse.
He has plans rise up, stand up for a cause,
You kittens and pups, don't know you've been born,
You rest on the cusp, of the abyss, how can you resist?
The scene has been set, our characters meet,
Although they have passed, before in the street,
A plan is devised and latter conceived,
But then it's revised, before it's redeemed.
The choice has been ripped right out of your hands,
So hang with your girls or stand by your man,
There cool as discreet, we're glued to our seat,
Recycle repeat.
I offered my heart to the pram faced girl,
She's rough at the edges but pure as a pearl,
She's doing alright on her own in the world,
I offered my heart.
He has plans rise up, stand up for a cause,
You kittens and pups, don't know you've been born,
There cool as discreet, we're glued to our seat,
Recycle your peat.
So that's what you do, you follow your cues, feels like an excuse,
So that's what you do, you follow your cues, feels like an excuse,
So that's what you do, you follow your cues, feels like an excuse,
So that's what you do, you follow your cues, feels like an excuse.
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I remember laughing,
But now you see the joke is on me,
Some one spilled their guts about you,
I only hope that it isn't true.
Only you can keep me alive when my money goes,
But money doesn't get me through,
The times when I'm without you.
I've said goodbye so many times,
It's as easy as breathing,
And I've lost count of all the nights,
I've listened to you breathing.
The road to paradise oh,
Must pass through thee first,
I keep seeking purgatory oh,
But I don't, I don't,
I don't, I don't.
I've said goodbye so many times,
It's as easy as breathing,
And I've lost count of all the nights,
I've listened to you breathing.
I've said goodbye so many times,
It's as easy as breathing,
And I've lost count of all the nights,
I've listened to you breathing.
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Glad to see your face again,
It seems so long ago,
But I know that when,
You come around,
I won't want you to go,
You burnt your friends,
Say your piece,
And say you've got to go,
And that's the way I like it.
Glad to see you back again,
I never want you to,
I always want you to go,
Glad to see you back again,
I never want you to,
I always want you to go.
Well hello again,
It's such a beautiful day,
But I know that when,
Here we go again,
It has to end this way,
I've said too much,
But I've far to much to say,
And that's the way I like it.
Glad to see you back again,
I never want you to,
I always want you to go,
Glad to see you back again,
I never want you to,
I always want you to go.
I know that I've been here before,
I know that I'll be back for more,
I know that we've been here before,
Just don't ask me how I know.
Glad to see you back again,
I never want you to,
I always want you to go.
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Switching, turning, itching, burning.
Finding my space, finding my place.
I might be a drifter, or I might be a slave.
But I'm still a believer, who just wanted to say:
You know that song you're playing, it put its hook in me.
Play it again, play it again, yeah, yeah.
Don't stand me down for no reason.
Don't make me feel that I wanna forget you.
Don't play me on like you're teasing.
Don't make me wish that I never had met you.
I'm on the attack and I'll never come back, ever again.
So full of poison.
So full of shame.
Don't stand me down.
I know all about magic baby, you see I taught myself.
And I've got tonnes of the stuff on my bedroom shelf.
You know that things they're saying made me what I am.
So say it again, say it again, yeah, yeah.
Don't stand me down for no reason.
Don't make me feel that I wanna forget you.
Don't play me on like you're teasing.
Don't make me wish that I never had met you.
I'm on the attack and I'll never come back, ever again.
So full of poison.
So full of shame.
Don't stand me down.
Don't stand me down for no reason.
Don't make me feel that I wanna forget you.
Don't play me on like you're teasing.
Don't make me wish that I never had met you.
I'm on the attack and I'll never come back, ever again.
I'm on the attack and I'll never come back, ever again.
I'm on the attack.
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True this is the one thing no one wanted,
True this is the worst of all possible ends,
If all you see round here,
Will one day disappear, why then deny it?
Why try to pretend?
Who knows what's real?
It's no big deal,
It's just a little confused,
So just let it go, we'll take control,
And you can all sleep better tonight.
You looking over your shoulder,
You climbing over the wall,
In your acts of love or crime,
We'll be watching all the time,
Step out of line,
And it's straight back to your cage.
If you're in for all,
The long haul with no wonder cures.
Keep an eye on passers-by,
And keep your hands on all that's yours.
(This stinks, change it!)
Who knows what's real?
It's no big deal,
It's just a little confused,
So just let it go, we'll take control,
And you can all sleep better tonight.
Who knows what's real?
It's no big deal,
It's just a little confused,
Just let it go, we'll take control,
And that's the end of this transmission,
Goodnight.
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Careers were posted yesterday,
D'you think they'll do much good?
Think of all you gave away,
And wonder how you could,
'Cause things you thought,
You'd forget serve as reminder, they should,
Makes you wonder how you ever found her so good.
You made your bed, so lie on it,
This much understood,
Play the game, co-operate,
When it suits your mood,
'Cause things you thought,
You'd forget serve as reminder, they should.
Makes you wonder how you ever found her so good.
Beaujolais got put away,
And left you in the mood,
Lewd display, but don't turn away,
Although you can be rude.
Things you thought,
You'd forget serve as reminder, they should.
Makes you wonder how you ever found her so good,
So good, so good.
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Well hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason,
Well I thought that I caught that my head was the event of the season,
Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin',
I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on.
I was down on the frown when the messenger brought me a letter,
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her,
Any girl in the world could have easily known me better,
She said, "You're strange, but don't change", and I let her.
In a while will the smile on my face turn to plaster?
Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster,
And the race of my head and my face is moving much faster,
Is it strange I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?
Is it strange I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?
Is it strange I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?
Is it strange I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?
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You come up to scratch in a beach towel,
You come up to scratch in a bar,
You look pretty good when you're smiling,
You show all your gums when you laugh,
There's so much to admire about you,
I like you as a friend or a pet,
But each time that you open your mouth,
It spoils the whole effect.
Please stop talking, you're scaring the people away, hey-hey-hey,
Please stop talking, you've nothing of interest to say, hey-hey-hey.
There's so much to admire about you,
I like you as a friend or a pet,
But each time that you open your mouth,
It spoils the whole effect.
Please stop talking, your jaw must be starting to ache, hey-hey-hey,
Please stop talking, you've shown yourself up as a fake, hey-hey-hey,
Please stop talking, you're peeling the paint off the walls, hey-hey-hey,
Please stop talking, all that comes out is pure balls, hey-hey-hey,
Please stop talking, that nails-down-a-blackboard voice, hey-hey-hey,
Please stop talking, please, while you still have a choice.
There's so much to admire about you,
I like you as a friend or a pet,
But each time that you open your mouth,
It spoils the whole effect.
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Never meet your heros.
They'll always let you down.
They're just as shallow as you or me.
Or worse than that, they're clowns.
You reveal the cracks in your make-up the closer you are.
I
once met a hero.
Someone who stood alone.
But his venal heart was not into his art.
You reveal the cracks in your make-up the closer you are.
You reveal the cracks in your make-up the closer you are.
I remember you in the early days.
I remember you before you changed your ways.
I remember you when you were one of the faces.
I remember you before your heirs and graces.
I remember you when you were one of the boys.
I remember when you made that heavenly noise.
I remember you when you had a goal.
Before you sold your soul.
Never meet your heros.
It's never any fun.
You'd like them to spread all their knowledge, instead you just take the money and run.
You reveal the cracks in your make-up the closer you are.
You reveal the cracks in your make-up the closer you are.
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Well, I really do hope that it's a boy.
But I wouldn't mind one of the other kind.
It really would fill my heart with joy fighting in the buff, to get him really tough.
We could be happy, you and you and me.
That's when one plus one can equal three.
Well, I really do hope that it's a girl.
But a little knob would really do the job.
We'd have to get used to the smell.
And getting mucky hands changing mucky pants.
We could be happy, you and you and me.
Well that's when one plus one can equal three.
Three or four!
Maybe more!
Well that's when one plus one can equal...
Four! Five! Six! Seven, eight, nine!
One more time!
Well that's when one plus one can equal three!
Yeah!
Yeah!
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Si tu regardes tu total de toi tu ne trouvera jamais la perfection,
Et c'est comme même,
Comme saisje,
Je suis jeune, simplement,
Quand tu est jeune tu veut le mieux,
Non demandes pas moi ou tu vieilleras sans savoir ce qui essayer,
Yeah!
Le route de jour n'est pas de gagner mais seulement de finir,
Tu crées les règles au fin de jour,
Tu as raison quand tu as tort,
Allez maintenent.
And in good time you may find that in this song I got it wrong.
Si tu regardes tu total de toi tu ne trouvera jamais la perfection,
Et c'est comme même,
Comme saisje,
Je suis jeune, simplement,
Le route de jour n'est pas de gagner mais seulement de finir,
Tu crées les règles au fin de jour,
Tu as raison quand tu as tort.
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There's a mudslide.
It's slipping down to cover the hillside.
And you can bet it's gonna seep into your house, in through your eyes and out your dirty little mouth.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
And what's the odds that you're enjoying one right now, from the comfort of your favourite easy-couch?
And the man said âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get by?âЂќ
There's a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
And you can bet it's gonna seep into your house, in through your eyes and out your dirty little mouth.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
And what's the odds that you're enjoying one right now, from the comfort of your favourite easy-couch?
The scum's gonna keep on rising.
It swallows up the sun-shining blue horizon.
And everywhere you look it's the same disguises.
The lunatics, it seems, run the whole asylum.
The scum's gonna keep on rising.
It swallows up the sun-shining blue horizon.
And everywhere you look it's the same disguises.
The lunatics, it seems, run the whole asylum.
There's a mudslide.
It's slipping down to cover the hillside.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
There's a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
There's a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
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I sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean,
Through restful waters and deep commotion,
Often frightened, unenlightened,
Sail on, sail on sailor.
I wrest the waters, fight Neptune's waters,
Sail through the sorrows of life's marauders,
Unrepenting, often empty,
Sail on, sail on sailor.
Caught like a sewer rat, alone but I sail,
Bought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail.
Seldom stumble, never crumble,
Try to tumble, life's a rumble,
Feel the stinging I've been given,
Never ending, unrelenting,
Heartbreak searing, never fearing,
Always caring, persevering,
Sail on, sail on, sailor.
I work the seaways, flat gale-swept seaways,
Past shipwrecked daughters of wicked waters,
Uninspired, drenched and tired,
Wail on, wail on, sailor.
Always needing, even bleeding,
Never feeding all my feelings,
Damn the thunder, must I blunder,
There's no wonder all I'm under,
Stop the crying and the lying,
And the sighing and my dying.
Sail on, sail on sailor,
Sail on, sail on sailor,
Sail on, sail on sailor,
Sail on, sail on sailor,
Sail on, sail on sailor.
(Sail on, sail on sailor)
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Life is a moment in space,
When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place,
I kiss the morning goodbye,
But down inside you know we never know why,
The road is narrow and long,
When eyes meet eyes and the feeling is strong,
I turn away from the wall, I stumble and fall,
But I give you it all.
I am the woman in love and I'll do anything,
To get you into my world and hold you within,
It's a right I'll defend over and over again,
What'd I do?
With you eternally mine,
In love there is, no measure of time,
We planned it all at the start,
That you and I live in each other's hearts,
We may be oceans away,
You feel my love, I hear what you say,
The truth is ever a lie,
I stumble and fall, but I give you it all.
I am the woman in love and I'll do anything,
To get you into my world and hold you within,
It's a right I'll defend over and over again,
What'd I do?
I am the woman in love and I'm talking to you,
'Cause I know how you feel what a woman can do,
It's a right I'll defend over and over again.
I am a woman in love and I'll do anything,
To get you into my world and hold you within,
It's a right I'll defend over and over again,
What'd I do? What do I do?
What'd I do? What do I do?
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Hey baby,
You go your way, and I'll go mine,
But in the mean time.
When were together,
Touching each other,
And our bodies,
Do what we feel,
When were dancing,
Smooching and swaying,
Tender love songs,
Softly playing.
Move closer,
Move your body real close,
Until we, feel like we're really making love,
Ooh, move closer,
Move your body real close,
Until we, feel like we're really making love.
So when I say sugar,
And I whisper I love you,
I know you gonna answer in the sweetest voice,
Saying my pretty little lady,
I love you too, well,
There's much room for passion,
There's no room for tears, yeah,
When, love must move in between us baby,
My dear.
Move closer,
Move your body real close,
Until we, feel like we're really making love,
Ooh, move closer, come on,
Move your body real close, until we,
Feel like we're really making love.
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Beat on the brat, beat on the brat,
Beat on the brat with the cricket bat oh yeah, oh yeah oh oh,
Beat on the brat, beat on the brat,
Beat on the brat with the cricket bat oh yeah, oh yeah oh oh,
Oh yeah, oh yeah oh oh.
What can you do, what can you do,
With the brat like that always on your back,
What can you loose,
What can you do, what can you do,
With the brat like that always on your back,
What can you loose, loose oh oh.
Beat on the brat, beat on the brat,
Beat on the brat with the cricket bat oh yeah, oh yeah, oh oh,
Beat on the brat, beat on the brat,
Beat on the brat with the cricket bat oh yeah, oh yeah, oh oh,
Oh yeah, oh yeah oh oh.
What can you do, what can you do,
With the brat like that always on your back,
What can you loose,
What can you do, what can you do,
With the brat like that always on your back,
What can you loose, loose oh oh.
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Feel my beat, close your eyes,
Open your ears and groove-lies.
Feel this divide,
Been born without eyes,
Crystallise and groove-lies.
Stupefy so-liquefy,
Groovefy and groove-lies.
Oh Choogie the music sounds better with you Choogie, (Come on)
Oh Choogie the music sounds better with you,
Everyone get down like the chief of the funk train leaving and jump.
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You say your way is the best way,
Well how many times, have I feel for that line?
But I don't have answers or say 'em in time.
One day we shall have our swordplay,
And rather than hide or not talk for a night,
I might recognise the true size of my pride,
And with a little persuasion or an emotional bribe,
I could re-consider and take your side,
With a little persuasion, with a little finesse,
I'll comply with any lie you're happy to express.
All out, drenched amidst the fall out,
Oh licking our wounds, keeping the score,
The only contacts we have any more,
Fighting, sparks that keep igniting,
Before all negotiations break down,
I'll get my envoys to put it around that,
With a little persuasion or an emotional bribe,
I could re-consider and take your side,
With a little persuasion, with a little finesse,
I'll comply with any lie you're happy to express.
We're hooked on confrontation,
We both know that, it keeps us on our toes,
With a little persuasion or an emotional bribe,
I could re-consider and take your side,
With a little persuasion, with a little finesse,
I'll comply with any lie you're happy to express,
With a little persuasion, with a little finesse,
I'll comply with any lie you're happy to express.
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You bring me fine champagne, I want lemonade
You offer new philosophies, I like cliché
Let’s dumb it up, dumb it up, dumb it (x3)
Let’s dumb it up, dumb it up
You speak of truth in beauty and I agree
But can’t ignore the draw of what’s nice and cheap
Let’s dumb it up, dumb it up, dumb it (x3)
Let’s dumb it up, dumb it up
We don’t want Mozart or that classical drag
Give us freeze dried pop in a bag
You bring me fine champagne, I want lemonade
You offer new philosophies, I like cliché
Let’s dumb it up, dumb it up, dumb it (x3)
Let’s dumb it up, dumb it up
We don’t want nothing that’s too testy or quick
Give us freeze dried pop on a stick
Cos I’ve got such a short attention span
We don’t want Mozart or that old Ludwig Van
Give us freeze dried pop in a can
Cos I’ve got such a short attention span
I don’t really stand a chance in the grand plan
If anyone can beat it out of me, you can
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Listen, listen,
Was that a bird call or was it a signal?
In the middle distance,
I think it's Dignan and he's springing me out,
Out on the lam, we'll stick to the plan,
No room for manoeuvre,
Play by the book but change how we look,
And keep our heads down.
Still waiting for one big score,
On the run from Johnny Law,
And this ain't no trip to Cleveland,
That's for sure.
Once more, encore,
My constitution suits this life of an outlaw,
Racing, racing,
We might be fugitives, but nobody's chasing,
Out in the clear, it's safe when you're near,
Your cool is contagious,
Pour one for me, that sweet daiquiri,
Goes down like a dream.
Still waiting for one big score,
On the run from Johnny Law,
And this ain't no trip to Cleveland,
That's for sure.
Our luck may be out and the money spent,
But no-one's gonna touch us,
'Cause we're innocent.
Still waiting for one big score,
On the run from Johnny Law,
And this ain't no trip to Cleveland,
That's for sure.
Still waiting for one big score,
On the run from Johnny Law,
And this ain't no trip to Cleveland,
That's for sure.
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That's life, that's what all the people say,
Your riding high in April, shot down in May,
But I know I'm gonna change that tune,
When I'm back on top, back on top in June,
I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem,
Some people get their kicks stomping on a dream,
But I don't let it, let it get me down,
'Cause this fine old world it keep spining round.
I've been a puppet, a pauper,
A pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king,
I've been up and down,
Over and out, I know a thing,
Each time I find myself,
Lying flat on my face,
Well I pick myself up,
And get back in the race,
That's life (that's life)
I tell ya, I can't deny it,
I thought I cuting out,
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it,
And if I didn't think,
It was worth one single trial,
Well I'd jump right on that big bird,
And I'd fly.
I've been a puppet, a pauper,
A pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king,
I've been up and down,
Over and out, I know a thing,
Each time I find myself,
Laying flat on my face,
Well I pick myself up again,
And get back in the race,
That's life (that's life)
That's life and woah, I can't deny it, no,
I thought I quiting babe,
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it,
And if there nothing shaking, come this year,
I'm gonna role myself up in a big ball,
And die.
My my.
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