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They piss'n'moan
And push'n'shove So below As it is above From every mouth Words blare Off every surface Words glare Til there's nowhere to look Except to stare At reflections in The subway glass Fluorescent lit skin Looks harsh So best pretend To be asleep In case you have to Give up your seat To anyone less fortunate than... But the train stops Beneath the streets Shift your legs Tap your feet Open an eye Start to speak But the words get stuck Between your teeth Truth is truth Lies are lies Headlines strike Between the eyes But when is a word Not a word? How's the meaning Been reversed? Twisted, torn Tricked & turned Inside out Upside down Til there's nothing left to talk about... except yourself So you say... "I spy with my little eye something beginning with... me" Ever get lonely? Don't you ever feel phony? Ain't the train going slowly? They say it's gonna get snowy Don't you ever feel holy? And think you wanna be a yogi? What a load of baloney! Do you wanna come home with me? Don't you ever get lonely? Don't you ever get... Roll over roll over it's over it's over. |
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| 2. |
| 4:55 |
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Say it Say it Say it! (he can't say it) He's just an imperfect man Trapped in an imperfect body Ain't happy or sad, lonely or sorry Mr. Slo-Blo Mr. Yo-Yo Mr. See which way is the wind gonna blow Hangs from a wire, fingers on fire Drifting higher and higher He tried to be smart to catch out his own heart Cruel to be kind as he cut out all the soft parts But some days in little ways Love seeps out in the things he says And all he really wants Is to feel grown up again |
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| 3. |
| 3:21 |
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A lonely silhouette Smoking a cigarette Hoping for the phone to ring Though she's sick of the sound Of people's mouths Winding her up And putting her down Don't get sad When people that you trusted stab you in the back So, you thought they were your friends? Now you know (now you know) There's one thing in life that holds And now she wants to cry Staying in on Friday night Lying in her birthday suit And listening to the bickering From the room above And wondering if it's fear of loneliness or love That keeps people like that together Forever... Don't get sad When people that you trust stab you in the back So, you thought they were your friends? Now you know (now you know) There's one thing in life that holds You're on your own (you've gotta grow) |
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| 4. |
| 3:16 |
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Mirror, mirror on the wall You've watched me grow since I was small So what will I regret the most The things I do or the things I don't? The deeper you peer into my soul You'll find that I already know But I can't say it Because I can barely face it My life is halfway through And I still haven't done What I'm here to do Even though the chances flowed I sat and watched the hours fold In upon themselves To stop their hands revealing What I can't say What I can barely face My life is halfway through And I still haven't done What I'm here to do My mummy said What you give is what you get And the only thing worth having Is happiness But trapped inside my bones Fear, desire And hope are on fire And will expand like smoke And fall down like rain Again Again Again |
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| 5. |
| 4:11 |
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Mobilise Globalise Hypnotise Homogenise Shut your eyes Don't criticise It's a big surprise Ain't telling ya lies Truth hides in plain sight Kentucky Fried Genocide Bruised Screwed Pickled |
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| 6. |
| 3:18 |
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The early morning sun lit up her room But it wasn't just a change in the weather She'd read it in her stars and now she felt it in her heart Life was gonna start getting better And there was a time when she would pray That each teardrop that rolled down her face Would represent a day of pain for him But now she's changing the way she feels About wasting her time |
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| 7. |
| 3:40 |
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Fee fi fo fum Smell the blood of a gullible bum Brain dead bored bought into the fraud BiggerHarderFasterMore! Trying to find some way of stopping Struggling home with bags of shopping Gotta buy gotta-gotta buy-buy Gotta buy, gotta-gotta-gotta-gotta buy Don't even like it But you've just gotta try it You don't even want it But you're gonna buy Gonna-gonna-gonna buy it Always someone on the TV screen Trying to sell you something you don't want or need Sponsored by this, brought to you by that Even as you slump in the back seat of a cab But if it ain't you Well, what're you gonna do? There's always someone Right behind you in the queue! Don't even like it But you've just gotta try it You don't even want it But you're gonna buy Gonna-gonna-gonna buy it You don't even need it But you've just gotta have it You don't even want it But you're gonna buy Gonna-gonna-gonna buy it Fee fi fo fum Smell the blood of a gullible bum Who should've been happy Could've been content Who got everything he set out to get But what is the use of possessing the world When you do not even possess your self? What is the point of selling your soul When there's nothing to buy And nowhere to go? |
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| 8. |
| 2:52 |
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The train rises up out of the dark Above the boarded up boulevards And burnt out cars But save your sympathy Conceal your fear Pretend you got no feelings to feel Life is making a mouse of you The other window has a nicer view |
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| 9. |
| 3:48 |
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Sitting at the back of a smoke filled room On a cold and sunny afternoon Drinking red wine And counting the laugh lines On the face of the girl who stands in the doorway And over her shoulder There's a world growing colder I'm feeling older and slowly less sober It's the first and the last time That we'll ever meet Just falling leaves From winter trees So light gives in to dark The nylon sheets softly spark Nostalgia strikes hard at the heart That cannot escape from its past And it's the first and the last time That we'll ever meet Just falling leaves Dropping from winter trees And it's the first and the last time That we'll ever meet Just falling leaves Dropping from winter trees Strangers touching the parts That love cannot reach |
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| 10. |
| 4:05 |
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Can't love or be loved Can't touch or be touched And he's lonely He can't love or be loved Can't touch or be touched Yes he's lonely And now he's all stressed up With nowhere to go He's drunk 25 pints of Amoco Numbness. Voidy Numbness Got the Numbness v-v-v-Voidy Numbness Another drink, another girl Another life in another world He's a phony Well, well, he ain't superstitious But he's feeling mighty strange That rinkle, tinkle tink Of no-one on the phone again Again! Quit drinking the drink Jump on the train He gotta watch the rain beat upon the rain He gotta feel his shame beat upon his shame He gotta know his pain by it's real name Know his pain by it's real name Numbness v-v-v-Voidy Numbness Numbness v-v-v-Voidy Numbness Numbness v-v-v-Voidy Numbness Numbness v-v-v-Voidy Numbness Numbness v-v-v-Voidy Numbness Can't love or be loved Can't touch or be touched Yes he's lonely |
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| 11. |
| 4:17 |
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Sensed but unheard As the curtain softly stirs It is not just a memory But it lives and breathes Watching over you whilst you sleep Kneeling beside you when you weep Hey, don't be afraid Don't try to run away Because pain can be your friend As it explains The answers to your questions Consoles you in blue reflections Listens to your soul's confessions Then leads you in new directions So open your heart again And feel the walls dissolve Something's whispering to you It's time to let go Because the only thing that stays the same Is that everything must change Everything must change Hey, embrace your pain You cannot run away And pain can be your friend As it explains The answers to your questions Consoles you in blue reflections Listens to your soul's confessions Then leads you in new directions And all the while that you were waiting For love to keep the light from waning It's pain that stops the heart from hating That cures the mind of hesitating That helps the soul in separating From everything that it's been blaming Everything's changing |
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| 12. |
| 2:14 |
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W-w-wave upon wave Roll upon roll Tiny it shrinks Then huge it blows Gotta be sharp Gotta be strong Things get w-w-weird Before they go wrong And he knows that once he starts He just can't stop Next life he's coming back as a dog Blindin' his eyes Rushin' thru his veins Tricklin' down thighs Again SaltWaterSaltWaterSaltWater |
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