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When I wake up on a Friday
I just know it will be good You are long gone to your work, babe And in minute you'll be home When I wake up on a Friday I just know it will be my day - my day I, I'm gonna stay indoors In a place that used to be yours Now this place is yours and mine My name is on the sign This place is yours and mine I will stay in bed for hours With the paper and the sun And before I hit the shower I might vacuum just for fun Skimming recopies and wonder Whether fennel goes with flounder - flounder I, I'm gonna stay indoors In a place that used to be yours Now this place is yours and mine My name is on the sign This place is yours and mine |
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I know that feeling And all there is to know about the past I've been revealing My secrets and my inner thoughts at last Out for the count Out for the count I know that feeling The cross-examination and the lies Stare at the ceiling With all that disappointment in your eyes Out for the count We're out for the count My love, will you ever trust me? Say, will you ever need me? I know this is for the better I'm leaving you this letter I know that feeling The sudden change and all those empty threats It's called Darjeeling And you cannot pronounce the Bear Quartet Out for the count We're out for the count My love, will you ever trust me? Say, will you ever need me? I know this is for the better I'm leaving you this letter And please read it till the end Please read it till the end |
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On a day when everything feels like Like a giant bitter pill Hard to swallow, hard to be polite Am I imaginary ill? On a day when everything feels gray And people even dress to be I want you to stay and walk away I would only disagree Until tomorrow I will Wallow in sorrow with skill Until tomorrow I'll be Talking to no one but me So you think I'm self-regarding and Say I'm quick to take offence So you're calling me a quibbler, well I just call it self-defence Yeah, I'm grumpy in the morning, true Because I don't sleep at night You can call me vain enough for two Call me anything you like Until tomorrow I will Wallow in sorrow with skill Until tomorrow I'll be Talking to no one but me I know what I'd like to do now I know what I like to do Everything is obsolete and I like things when they are new Don't talk to me Don't walk away Don't shave my head Don't talk to me Until tomorrow I will Wallow in sorrow with skill Until tomorrow I'll be Talking to no one but me |
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Wish I could call in sick today
Or simply tell them I won't stay Cause I intend to let you down Restore my pride and leave this town In a few days I will breathe with two lungs I don't believe in everything I do I don't believe in everything that's true Once I did believe in you I know a thing or two about you And you know a thing or three about me Lately we have been itchy The more you sell, the less I live And even when you grunt I give In a tasteless extra large I nick a hundred from the harsh Buy myself some lovely glitter varnish I don't believe in everything I do I don't believe in everything that's true Once I did believe in you I know a thing or two about you And you know a thing or three about me Lately we have been itchy |
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He took the easy way
Out of the call Said he was standing there With boots on and all He said - I'll call you back As soon as I can It's kind of hectic now I hope you do understand Then he went back to bed And to yesterday's arms He had forgotten her name And had to stretch his charm He told her he had never Seen such eyes And this was only one Of a million lies |
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I would like to be A lighthouse on your sea But when we're on the phone You always sink Happy as can be And then you talk to me I drag you down Before you even blink Then it's: Over, over and out And suddenly we talk about The most stupid, shallow things And all because of what my temper brings I would like to do Exciting things for you I nearly took up smoking Just to be Elegantly rash Vigorous and brash Of course I ended up With smoker's allergy Then it's: Over, over and out And suddenly we talk about The most stupid, shallow things And all because of what my temper brings It's hard to be kind; it's all about pride And I am only sweet when I drink It's hard to be kind; it's all about pride And I am only sweet when I drink |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2002-09-17
Subject : Edson - For Strength (Ales,2002)
