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| 1. |
| 4:33 | 
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How can you be so warm?
How can you know what i feel? Well, it's the way you move your hands, And it's the way you understand. And that's the reason that i'm asking. That's the reason that i want to know. And that's the reason that i'm asking, And that's the reason that i'm... How can you throw everything you live for? Well, it's the way we shake and sway. Oh, and it's the passion that you play. And that's the reason that i'm asking. That's the reason that i want to know. And that's the reason that i'm asking, And that's the reason that i'm... Too many lost. Links in a chain passed down through the years, But ending here, if we just face the pain and the fear. Who did you love before? Who did they love before you? But it's the way you move your hands And it's the way you understand. And that's the reason that i'm asking. That's the reason that i want to know. And that's the reason that i'm asking, And that's the reason that i'm... |
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| 2. |
| 3:05 |
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Looking around the house.
Hidden behind the window and the door. Searching for signs of life but there's nobody home. Well, maybe I'm just too sure. Maybe I'm just too frightened by the sound of it. Pieces of note fall down, but the letter said, Aha, it was good living with you. Aha, it was good. Aha, it was good living with you. Aha, it was good. Sitting around the house, watching the sun trace shadows on the floor. Searching for signs of life, but there's nobody home. Well, maybe I'll call or write you a letter. Now, maybe we'll see on the Fourth of July. But I'm not too sure, and I'm not too proud. Well, I'm not too sure and I'm not too proud to say. Aha, it was good living with you. Aha, it was good. Aha, it was good living with you. Aha, it was good. spoken: Yeah, you were so good.yeah you were so good, yeah that's right... |
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| 3. |
| 4:05 |
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There she is, white light
Descending like the color of rain July or Fall One thing will never change Down and out you've found This city has you on your back You long for her To take you away And I I want a Southern girl I need a Southern girl Well, I want a Southern girl Scent of pine drifting by Her hand traces lazy on your neck Sunlight through the trees Recalls a better time Kids and dogs running by She smiles as she drinks iced tea Retire to the room It's easy to see That I I want a Southern girl I need a Southern girl Well, I want a Southern girl Take back the night Claim your desires Run 'till you crawl In the morning you will find her there And I I want a Southern girl I need a Southern girl Well, I want a Southern girl |
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| 4. |
| 4:50 |
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Well, she believes that I'd be better off without her.
And she believes in me. Well, she believes that time can make things right. And I want to believe that there's been a change in me. And I hope that she believes. Yes, I wonder if she sees the killer inside me. The lights go down And the clouds are building outside. You close the door and turn the key, But there's no place to hide. And I hope that she believes. Yes, I wonder if she sees the killer inside me. The killer inside me. The killer inside me. The killer inside... |
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| 5. |
| 4:39 |
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Where have you gone, my Rosealia?
Into the crowd, he'll never find you. If you walk real fast, and you stay down low. So many times, so many chances, this one could be your last. You say no, no, no, the fighting has left you tired. You say no, no, no, but the fighting goes on. Put on your mask, wearing your cape. Put on your mask, my Rosealia. Put on your mask, wearing your cape. Put on your mask, my Rosealia. What has he done, my senorita? His kind of love is going to kill you. Do you fake a smile when you dodge the blows? So many times, so many chances. This one could be your last. You say no, no, no, the fighting has left you tired. You say no, no, no, but the fighting goes on. Put on your mask, wearing your cape. Put on your mask, my Rosealia. Put on your mask, wearing your cape. Put on your mask, my Rosealia. Jealousy can rip your heart out. And jealousy can turn a hand into a fist. You say no, no, no, the fighting has left you tired. You say no, no, no, but the fighting goes on. Put on your mask, wearing your cape. Put on your mask, my Rosealia. Put on your mask, wearing your cape. Put on your mask, my Rosealia. |
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| 6. |
| 5:19 |
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You cleaned out your room and under your bed,
lay a picture long forgotten. With a hand to your head, you sigh out loud as your memory rushes over and buries you. A summer rain storm, but the shed was dry with a girl from Carolina. And you held her so tight, for the warmth that the rain denied, as the timer slowed to a flash. So alive, you listen to them when they say... Cry in the sun. When the devil beats his wife. If you cry, cry, cry in the sun... Hope I never see the price of my freedom. We'd dance and sing out, and trace the moon, as it crawled across the night sky. And covered in dew, a lover's pact: Well, here's to now and don't look back. And oh, how I tried to heed the words written here. Cry in the sun. When the devil beats his wife. If you cry, cry, cry in the sun... Hope I never see the price of my freedom. For every one yeah There's a person, place or time, that brings you back and makes you feel alive. Before your reason clouds your eyes, When you could rule the world if you wanted to... yeah. Well, I hear you're living far away. And that life's treated you well. You know that we were young, And this picture's old. But I still can hear you say, Through the pounding of the rain. And oh, if you try, Tell me, can you hear them say... Cry in the sun. When the devil beats his wife. If you cry, cry, cry in the sun... Hope I never see the price of my freedom. |
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| 7. |
| 4:18 |
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Listen to them fight.
Hear your mother cry. Weekend at your dad's. They don't know what they do to you. Teenager. Teenager... Wrap yourself in black. Listen to the Cure. Love line won't call back. They don't know, they don't care, they don't see, but I do. And if it feels good do it. And if it tastes fine drink. Well, there's a range of possibilities to find. Teenager. Teenager... No one knows your name. No one hears your cry. Fall in with the fringe because they know what you're going through. They do. And if it feels good do it. And if it tastes fine drink. Well, there's a range of possibilities to find. Teenager. Teenager... No one's wrong, no one's right. It comes down on you. And I have found, your life inside mine. Hear your mother cry Fade into the night. When they ask you why, They won't know, they won't feel, They won't see, But you will. And if it feels good do it. And if it tastes fine drink. Well, there's a range of possibilities to find. Teenager. Teenager... |
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| 1:36 | 
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| 9. |
| 2:37 |
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Down by the dock
Hot blood in the sun The body lays up against the reeds The locals said the man had it coming And it's time someone put him six feet in the ground Where did she go that night? Where did she sleep when the morning came? To the summerhouse To the summerhouse Missus showed up To I.D. the body Then shed a tear as she hid a smile The sergeant laughed and smiled in frustration One life is lost while another one's found Where did she go that night? Where did she sleep when the morning came? To the summerhouse To the summerhouse |
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| 10. |
| 3:57 |
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Hey, you've got a lot of nerve to show your face around here.
Hey, you've got a lot of nerve to dredge up all my fears. Well, I wish I could shake some sense into you and walk out the door. But your skin is like porcelain. Yeah, your skin is like porcelain. Just the other day I felt I had you by a string. Just the other day I felt we could be everything. But now when I see you, you're somebody else. In somebody's eyes and your skin... But your skin is like porcelain. Yeah, your skin is like porcelain. I don't know what I'm saying. Well, I don't know if you're there. In the words you are feigning. Do you even care? Well I wish I could kill you, savor the sight. Get in to my car, drive into the night. Then lie as I scream to the heavens above. That I was the last one you ever loved. Yes, your skin is like porcelain. But your skin is like porcelain. Yeah, your skin is like porcelain |
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| 11. |
| 4:18 |
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Will you fight
For the cause? Can you teach the savage mind Their ways are wrong Help them see What they want and what they need? And if we have to twist their arms They know not what they do is wrong And if you said I would go to heaven Now, maybe I'll try And if you said I would go to heaven Now maybe I'll, maybe I'll, maybe I'll try Heretics and hypocrites Wear the same face throught the years Of telling lies And laying blame Damn the fire then feed the flame Don't dance, or sing, or try to think Their image is planted in your head And if you said I would go to heaven Now, maybe I'll try And if you said I would go to heaven Now maybe I'll, maybe I'll, maybe I'll try Ivy is just a dog With a heart that's noble as The greatest man Who ever lived Won't you please help her learn? And if we have to twist her arm She knows not what she does is wrong And if you said I would go to heaven Now, maybe I'll try And if you said I would be a rich man Now maybe I'll, maybe I'll, maybe I'll try Maybe I'll try. Maybe I'll try. |
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| 12. |
| 4:05 |
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Well, there's a feeling in the air
Just like a Friday afternoon. Yeah, you can go there if you want Though it fades too soon. So go on, let it be. If there's a feeling coming over me, Seems like it's always understood this time of year. Well, I know there's a reason to change. Well, I know there's a time for us. You think about the good times And you live with all the bad. You can feel it in the air, Feeling right this time of year. Well, there's a football in the air, Across a leaf blown field. Yeah, and there's your first car on the road, And the girl you'd steal. So go on with yourself If there's a feeling that there's something else. Seems like it's always understood This time of year. Well, I know there's a reason to change. Well, I know there's a time for us. You think about the good times And you live with all the bad. You can feel it in the air, Feeling right this time of year. Well, there's a feeling in the air Just like a Friday afternoon. Yeah, you can go there if you want Though it fades too soon. So go on, let it be. If there's a feeling coming over me, Seems like it's always understood this time of year. Well, I know there's a reason to change. Well, I know there's a time for us. You think about the good times And you live with all the bad. You can feel it in the air, Feeling right this time of year |
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| 13. |
| 6:14 |
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Heading out
Your heart beating in your head Riding on The Texas wind Raise your feet As you cross the state line Waking up The Mesa sun and the sky All the way To Tucumcari And Santa Fe Seems a stone's throw away Coyote, coyote Coming down The Phoenix sun on your face Turns it red by the afternoon And to the right The Grand Canyon is wide Sing along Needle skips in the wind Count the stars Of Death Valley And in the dark Barstow starts to fade Coyote, coyote Coyote, coyote Yeah. |
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