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| 1. |
| 3:40 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:43 | 
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This is not love
This is not even worth a point of view In echo park I Pause for effect and whisper who are you? They crawl out of their holes fro me And I die: you die Hear them laugh, watch them turn on me And I die: you die See my scars, they call me such things Tear me, tear me, tear me But I have your names Screaming 'you will suffer' and 'you're all too late' Now I feel young Does everything stop when the old times lapse They crawl out of their holes fro me And I die: you die Hear them laugh, watch them turn on me And I die: you die See my scars, they call me such things Tear me, tear me, tear me But I'm still running from the telephone |
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| 3. |
| 5:23 |
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it's cold outside
And the paint's peeling off of my walls There's a man outside In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette Now the light fades out And i'm wondering what i'm doing in a room like this There's a knock on the door And just for a second i thought i remembered you So now i'm alone Now i can think for myself About little deals And *issues* And things that i just don't understand Like a white lie that night Or a slight touch at times I don't think it meant anything to you ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GARY WEBB <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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| 4. |
| 4:23 |
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Down in the park where the Machmen meet The machine and play kill by numbers Down in the park with a friend called five I was in a car crash or was it the war But I've never been quite the same Little white lies like I was there Come to Tom-Tom's the place to eat Like it was built in one day You can watch the humans trying to run Oh look there's a rape machine I'd go outside if it'd look the other way Wouldn't believe the things they do Down in the park Where the chant is death, death, death 'Til sun cries morning Down in the park with friends of mine We are not lovers, we are not romantics We are here to serve Different face but the words never change |
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| 5. |
| 4:47 |
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We are young, we can break Watch us fall We can take some train down to the sea We are glass, we are glass We are real, you can touch Just for now, and then say "hey you, which way is down?" We are glass, we are glass We slip down And old eyes don't cry for me 'Cos I doubt I'm and I doubt you And never, never goin' to doubt We are glass, we are glass They run fast impressions Of the floors inviting Stay with me, stay with me They run past with telephones they scream Well would you turn all this down Trun all this down You are replaced you are you And our dreams are real and dreams are all we need We are glass, we are glass |
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| 6. |
| 3:54 |
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Look up I hear the scream of sirens on the wall
I see a policeman crying in the backseat of a dying Ford Hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of stars Who are far too old And no-one ever told me That I could be so cold Bombers fight at zero feet Bombers fight at zero I see an old man knocked to the ground And beaten by the vicar's wife No-one stops to help they're far too busy Trying to save their own lives A tiny girl screams for mother And wanders out into the street I saw her going down underneath A thousand people's running feet Bombers fight at zero feet Bombers fight at zero All the junkies pulling needles from their arms Hope it lasts all night And all the soldiers curse the day they joined the army And prepare to fight In silent bars, in silent rooms, in silent cars You hide where you can And me I know just where you are, you see I'm a bomber man Bombers fight at zero feet Bombers fight at zero |
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| 7. |
| 3:43 |
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Confiscate letters like D.E.B.
No natural course of things for her to expect Withdraw the feelings 'You can, you can't' I called your number as you told the world Something is wrong There is no longer any normal to me You're my assassin but you can't see the crime Pointless possessions of me and you and greed I looked at you mistaking needles for eyes Something is wrong |
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| 8. |
| 4:56 |
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You are distraction
Like pictures on the wall I don't like eyes You are attraction It gets to be routine You're up I'm down She's got claws But the factory knows We're dreams in cold storage We could dance the night away You say you love me Maybe you do A patience I can't steal I don't believe you You said 'straight' It's like giving up hope Here on the ground On the floor Screaming nothing at all Here on the ground Like some whore Looking down on you all Too much advice. I'm not sure. Laughing hyenas With pens for charms You'll just suck in the boys We have to leave soon Shut the door This house is far too cold She's got claws But the factory knows We're dreams in cold storage We could dance the night away |
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| 9. |
| 3:12 |
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They won't come back
You know it's always the same And they're sure to forget Saying "everyone lies" So I'm down to this I'm down to walking on air And you're here by my side With all your waving and smiles Please keep them away Don't let them touch me Please don't let them lie Don't let them see me |
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| 10. |
| 3:40 |
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At 4 o'clock we land
And I'll wave my flag for you Interest in heart We are not savage Like children We're people "What Difference" I say Music for chameleons Music for chameleons A dream of Siam We could leave in the morning Old friends and shy We need to win Like you need to breathe I've an interest in games Music for chameleons Music for chameleons Gowns for another show Maybe no-one will come Here take my arm I like the pictures And you like ghost stories Tomorrow I'll sigh Music for chameleons Music for chameleons |
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| 11. |
| 3:20 |
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I look up and the camera eye is
Searching my room The TV screen is calling me But for what or whom Please mister do be careful I'm so fragile Maybe they'll let me down To Speedy's place for a while Oh well that's too bad Oh well that's too bad Oh well that's too bad Oh well that's too bad I talk a lot, a sign of fear I thought you should know I can see pictures of me well They're so-so I'll come on to the leader Like I'm some hero He'll laugh and raise his dying eyes And just tell me to go 1920 Flashbacks for an hour or more Of crazy actors hiding In the doorways top floor Machines scream in anger From a thousand dead ends I turn my face, I crawl away, I look for a friend |
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| 12. |
| 5:24 |
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And what if God's dead
We must have done something wrong This dark facade ends We're independent from someone This wreckage I call me Would like to frame your voice This wreckage I call me Would like to meet you, meet you Soon We write suggestions Suggesting fading to silence And that must please you My mirror's tarnished with 'no-help' This wreckage I call me Would like to frame your voice This wreckage I call me Would like to meet you, meet you Soon (Japanese phrase - means "Goodbye, forever") Turn out these eyes Wipe off my face Erase me Replay 'The end' It's all just show Erase you I need to I need to I need to This wreckage I call me Would like to frame your voice This wreckage I call me Would like to leave you, leave you Leave you, leave you soon (Japanese phrase - means "Goodbye, forever") |
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| 13. |
| 4:09 |
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I fall
Down No control somehow No help Now My favour slides No one comes Here Now I'm feeding strangers Thin air Like cold death Here in my heart I fell for so long for you all I fell for so long for you I fell for so long for you Come in I'm the ghost Of the white faced clown She's gone Gone. I won't look back She's gone I'm old So old This infection of time My skin Age Shows no kindness to me I fell for so long for you all I fell for so long for you I fell for so long for you |
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| 14. |
| 4:38 |
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| 15. |
| 3:37 |
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| 16. |
| 5:01 |
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We are
Walking nostalgia Like old movies for real Look at me, look at you Look at them, look at us I'm young Sell a slim body to the man next door Sell a slim body to the man next door Like my sister Surprise We'll wait for you We are The pleasure creation Gone wrong. Gone wrong. We are Walking ghost stories No religion No relief No old wisdom No belief Sometimes I could scream We'll wait for you |
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| 17. |
| 4:53 |
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So here am I quite by chance near the phone
I could call and make you crawl into bed Questions always questions I'll just speak in slow motion, About obsessions with boys on the floor. Take that smile off your face, Wipe that tear from your eye, Don't say you're sorry for me. Now look at me like a stormtrooper in drag And I'll let you feel exactly like I do, It's so disgusting I'm so tired of rhythm And needles in arms, I don't want your point of view. Nothing to do, Nothing to steal, And there's nothing to say. Love it love it I need to. |
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| 18. |
| 3:55 |
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