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With your bright yellow gun
You own the sun
And I think I need a little poison
To keep me tame
Keep me awake
I have nothing to offer but confusion
And the circus in my head
And the middle of the bed
In the middle of the night
With your bright silver frown
You own the town
And I think I need a little poison
I have no secrets
I have no lies
I have nothing to offer
But the middle of the night
And I think you need a little poison
You leak one apple a week to survive
And you still have to ask if you're alive
You have nothing to offer
But police my dreams
Keep me clean
Keep me awake
With your bright yellow gun
You own the sun
And I think I need a little poison
With your bright silver grin
You own sin
And I think I need a little poison
And I think I need a little poison
And I think I need a little poison
Bright yellow gun
Bright yellow gun
Bright yellow gun
Bright yellow gun
Bright yellow gun
Bright yellow gun
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You're so right he can swim
He can breath underwater
I'm so light I'm so good
I'm all fathers' daughter
I know he won't roam
I know he won't roam
I'm so blonde, you're so hot
This could not be better
I'm sorry I can't talk
I can't think under pressure
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I climb you as I grow older
By fifty I'll ride on your shoulder
I'll start at his knees
And I'll end in his dreams
I'm so glad you could come
Now breath underwater
I'm so glad he's so charmed
That I'll walk him back home
And I'll keep him in bed
I'll walk out the door
And I'll live there instead
I'll start at his knees
And I'll end in his dreams
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Strange time to be hazing me
Breaking me shaking me awake now
Strange time to be hazing me
Breaking me shaking me awake
Now I'm up now
You're crazy
You're hazing me
Strange time to be needing me
Cheating me freezing me out
Now I'm up now
You're crazy
You don't faze me that's my cue
That's my cue
I'll spend another day dancing with you
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You in the water, Underneath the tarp
It don't rain under the water
It don't rain inside my heart
Don't follow me home
Don't follow me home
You walking in the gulf stream
Tail between your legs
It's not funny if you ask me
It's just funny in your head
Hang on Hang on Hang on
Hang on Hang on Hang on
My tongue is filled with sugar
And my back is filled with pain
Your tongue is on my shoulder
And there's nothing on my brain
Don't follow me home
Don't follow me home
Shake barrels of whiskey down my throat
I'll still see straight Ride out on a pony
Even loose I won't be late
Hang on Hang on Hang on
Hang on Hang on Hang on
I'll ride on a pony till I'm dusty and I'm old
My head is filled with flowers
And I'm dressed in shiny gold
I'm dressed in shiny gold
Keep an eye on me I shimmer on horizons
I shimmer on horizons A shimmer on horizons
A shimmer in your eyes son A shimmer in your eye
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I think you know the whole thing's a damn shame
I don't wanna calm down
I don't wanna come down
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Crabtown baby brown
It's not work at all
It just slips around your finger
It just sits around, Lingers like a spell
Oh, we can't hardly stand
Oh, we can't hardly wait around
Kiss me over Crabtown baby brown
Underwater I swim sound
Cast a shadow on your cloud
Scattered days like spray Champagne
Oh, we can't hardly stand
Oh, we can't hardly wait around
Kiss me over Crabtown baby brown
Lost my head on Reject Beach
Lost my heart
Come away with me
Oh, we can't hardly stand
Oh, we can't hardly wait around
Kiss me over Crabtown baby brown
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Love's got this drag on it
No way in Hell would I turn to you
You know too damn much
No way in Hell
I'm gonna run your friend down
I'm gonna run your friend down
To the train In time for your hour
You sold my clothes to those girls
Drink till I'm numb then I'm gone
Say good night
I sleep with one hand on my clothes
I sleep with one hand on my heart
There's almost nothing left
Left to guard
For each time I say goodbye
I swallow you once every night
Say goodnight
No way in Hell would I give
No way in Hell would I fold
No way in Hell would I burn
No way in Hell would I go
No way in Hell would I quake
No way in Hell would I dance
No way in Hell would I go
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I slip under the water
I fall into the sea
Come everyone
Come everyone
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That's all you wanted
That's all you wanted
We share this skin
We share this kiss
The best in us
The beast in us
This lust
I saw the angels
Sleeping with you
In his face
Light
That's all you wanted
That's all you wanted
That's all you give
All you give
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"I leave in the morning, I don't wanna go"
I said to the teller "If this is the future,
I don't wanna know I don't wanna know"
"Fives and tens" said the guy behind the bar
"Twenty-five says he don't"
You cut a nice figure of a family
I don't know I don't know
I have a fear of flying
I think I have a fear of him
I'm afraid of meaning
Nothing again
After all this is over
This is over after all
We cut a nice figure of a family
I don't know I don't know
Can I be stupid for a minute?
I was looking at that half-empty glass
Waiting for the waiter
You don't have to listen to this
Tell me what to say
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Not another drive-in movie
You know you can't keep still
Move me
Snake Snake
Face out an open window
Water in my eyes
Beat me to it
Meet me here next time
One more button undone
You talk too loud I'm talking to you
Talk it into the ground
Move me
Snake Snake
Face out an open window
Fire in my eyes
Beat me to it
Meet me here next time
One more button undone
Next week I'll be a lousy liar
Next time I'll say when
You move me
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Fly, you get high, right?
Fly, and you get high, right?
Try, you get by all right
Try and you get by all right
Ryde, you're my bright light
You're my bright light
Oh God, I'm high
Waterfalls of light
Flood my eyes with light
Flood my eyes with my aching eyesight
My aching eyesight
My aching eyes
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I break the ice
I melt the snow
I knew you twice
Once long ago
Maybe it's the fever
Or the radio
I hear someone singing
Way down low
Right now Right now
You bring me water
You bring me dope
I don't like you
But you're my only hope
I'm not talking
That's the radio
Look at me
I melt snow
Right now Right now
Ride four red horses
Through my room
Four red horses
Through my room
Maybe it's the fever
I'd kill to see you fly
And for a glass of water
Before I die
How many of you are there?
I see, like, three
Maybe you should take this
Stuff away from me
Right now Right now
I break the ice
I melt the snow
I knew you twice Once long ago
And right now Right now
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