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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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I float in a boat on a river,
Leading a simple life,
These are the tools that I'm given,
The compass, line and knife.
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten,
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten.
Follow the stars to wherever,
Moon turn the tides away,
I sleep in the arms of forever,
Drifting out into the bay.
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten,
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there in a hole.
I believe there's something good around the corner,
I received a premonition,
Coasting out towards the sea, the water's warmer,
All my dreams come to fruition.
The last of the great navigators,
They ruled with no fixed address,
Alone in the song to the siren,
And the devil make done for the rest.
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten,
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there in a hole to rot away.
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Land of the free.
Home of the brave.
Those who can't afford it wanna be deported.
These liberties were never meant for me.
Now I can afford it, I wanna be deported.
The eagle opens her wings.
She circles over and sings:
âЂŒFall under my shadow.âЂќ
âЂŒFall under me.âЂќ
I left but she found me again.
Threw borders around me again.
Smothered and drowned me again.
Walks the walk, talks the talk.
I fake it and smile, live in denial.
And I bleed and I ache, I'm barely awake.
The eagle opens her wings.
She circles over and sings:
âЂŒFall under my shadow.âЂќ
âЂŒFall under me.âЂќ
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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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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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If we put our heads together I think we could salvage it.
If we ride the stormy weather will we really benefit?
Is there anything left to say now, anyway?
When you're near my heart beats quicker, faster.
It's your skin as pale as alabaster.
It has to be, it has to end.
Losing a lover, gaining a friend.
Yesterday, your virtue inspired me.
And yesterday you ignited the flames that burnt inside of me.
So why when I wake up today are the ashes about us?
Now I've lost the strength to crush a flower.
And now I grow weaker with the passing hours.
You once was the fire, you once was the glow.
I was so sure then.
And now I don't know.
I've wasted time away.
But I think that it's okay, 'cause I've wasted time away with you.
Now look what we've built together.
We didn't waste anything.
We've built a fire that burns too strong to die.
Or am I a liar who smothers the flames?
When you're near my heart beats quicker, faster.
It's your skin as pale as alabaster.
It has to be, it has to end.
Losing a lover, lying to a friend.
I've wasted time away.
But I think that it's okay, 'cause I've wasted time away with you.
I've wasted time away.
But I think that it's okay, 'cause I've wasted time away with 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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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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Baby's talking, it's what she does best.
I'll just sit and agree.
Florid insults glide out on her breath.
Mostly 'bout me.
She says âЂŒCan't you see past the mirror some times?âЂќ
âЂŒTake a look at your peers.âЂќ
âЂŒStretching out all their half-arsed ideas into half-arsed careers.âЂќ
Tiger Lily it's four in the morning.
Tiger Lily you've got to stop calling me.
Can't catch up with the hours you keep.
Tiger Lily just go back to sleep.
How d'you keep up with all that goes on?
Names and dates set me reeling.
But when you dial those numbers that tally with mine, did you notice the time?
Where did it go?
Now it's twilight outside and we talked half the night.
And what did we say?
Luck can change maybe today.
Baby's talking, it's what she does best.
I'll just sit and agree.
Contradictions glide out on her breath.
Mostly 'bout me.
And where went the time?
Now it's twilight outside and we talked half the night.
And what did we say?
Luck can change maybe today.
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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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God knows I've tried to bridge the gap, I've tried to be near.
Time after time I've lied just to say the things you wanted to hear.
Look, look what I've done, look what I do.
I'm starting to pull myself through.
Hell could feasably freeze, but in your eyes I'll always be the fountainhead.
The boy whose thoughts keep running away.
And you know I'm right.
Wasn't it you who said that when looking to open the eyes in my head?
And now I can see from your mistakes you're as blind as me.
God knows I've tried.
God knows I try to be something more than I am.
Hell could feasably freeze but in your eyes I'll always be the fountainhead.
The boy whose thoughts keep running away.
And you know I'm right.
What can I say without being profound?
It's a game that we play, it goes round and around.
I shall stick to the rules but I won't suffer fools.
And I won't lose the plot and I won't lose my cool.
Can't you see what I've done?
Can't you see what I do?
It's not really unique, and it's hopelessly crude.
But these are my decisions, these are my mistakes.
And I'll fall down again, if that's what it takes.
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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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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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Who is she to say you can't be trusted?
And come to think of it, how does she know?
Her doubt is just her faith in disappointment.
She can't be blamed if she decides to go.
Her dignity is what makes her an angel.
You know she needs it more than she needs you.
It doesn't pay to take these things for granted.
Something which you always seem to do.
You always seem to do.
But she just wants to spend some time with you.
Just a minute or just a moment.
Just long enough to throw one good clean punch.
Now you've reached the point where she sees through you.
Your low esteem and lack of self-control.
Everything she had she handed to you.
And what she didn't give you, you stole.
You couldn't have so you stole.
Sometimes I stop to question it all.
Must I look at the stars, and live in the dirt?
When all I have to show for my doubt is a blow to the lip, and some blood on my shirt.
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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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It was a month and a day
It seems a lifetime away
When we first met in town and spent a night
We drank and we talked until the music was stopped
And the barman came and turned back on the light
We arranged again to meet and as I walked off down the street
I swear that I felt ten feet tall
Was I dizzy from the wine?
Or maybe I just missed the signs
‘Cause now you won't return my calls
I hope that one day when you're ancient
Preparing for another lonely night
You close your eyes for one last time
And you see me in my prime
The great lost love of my life
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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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You left me unguided.
You left me divided.
With room to complain.
So I say in this song the wait is too long.
I thought I had seen it.
I thought I had learned.
But there's something around each corner I turn.
Can't stay still forever.
I've got to get it together.
If you'd seen with these eyes, and lived with these lies.
I've thought about father.
And I've thought about him.
And I knew that this wasn't for me.
Now the beast can subside.
The boy needn't hide.
Oh, if you'd seen with these eyes.
Never dare to slow.
On and on she goes.
Knowing what she knows.
Laughing.
Never dare to slow.
On and on she goes.
Knowing what she knows.
Nature's whipping boy.
Fate's immortal toy.
Twisting through the void.
Laughing.
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I hear something in the basement, when I shouldn't hear a sound.
Voices speaking there in whispers.
People moving stuff around.
Now this was causing me to lose sleep.
So I thought I'd check it out.
But the dust down there was this deep, and there was no-one about.
I think I'm starting to lose what grip I had.
I think I'm starting to slide.
Beast or bride?
You decide.
Am I paranoid enough for the outside?
I told the doctor of my symptoms, and he didn't say a word.
I'm getting hives on my shoulders, and I get tired like a small bird.
And soon my friends stop coming over, 'cause I just lie there on the bedspread.
Listening to voices in the basement.
Or is that voices in my head?
I think I'm starting to lose what grip I had.
I think I'm starting to slide.
Beast or bride?
You decide.
Am I paranoid enough for the outside?
I'll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
I'll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
Yeah, I'll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
I'll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
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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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