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| 1. |
| 4:11 | 
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It's autumn in Gothenburg
I'm walking home to my suburb Rain falls hard on the city On every homeless kitty Oh, please God bring relief Even if it's only brief Then she says that we were just make-believe But I thought she said maple leaves So we talked for hours And you cried into my sheets And you said you hated your body That it was just a piece of meat I disagree I think you're beautiful But it's impossible To make you understand That if you don't take my hand I'll lose my mind completely Madness will finally defeat me She said it was all make-believe But I thought you said maple leaves And when she talked about a fall I thought she talked about a season I never understood at all I thought she said maple leaves And when she talked about the fall I thought she talked about Mark E. Smith I never understood at all I never understood at all I never understood at all |
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| 2. |
| 4:36 | 
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| 3. |
| 5:03 |
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Oh no, Goddamn
I missed the last tram I killed a party again Goddamn, Goddamn I wanna sleep in my bed I wanna clean up my head Don't wanna look this dead Don't wanna feel this dread I killed a party again I ruined it for my friends Well you're so silent Jens Well maybe I am, maybe I am Now at the central station No time for being patient I feel like going home But at the same time I don't Black cab, black cab Black cab, black cab Black cab, black cab Black cab, black cab And I've heard all the stories 'bout the black cabs and the way they drive But if you take a ride with them You may not come back alive They might be psycho killers But tonight I really don't care So I say turn up the music Take me home or take me anywhere Black cab, black cab Black cab, black cab You don't know anything So don't ask me questions You don't know anything So please don't ask me any questions You don't know anything So don't ask me questions Just turn the music up And keep your mouth shut Black cab, black cab Black cab, black cab |
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| 4. |
| 3:31 |
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I don't want a girl who hangs on every word I say
Who shows me off to her parents over roast beef on Sunday I don't want a girl who thinks she has to fake I don't want a girl who laughs at every little joke I make I just want someone To share my life with I just want someone To share my life with I don't want a girl who thinks there's only me to please I don't want a girl who thinks it's fun to tease I don't want a girl who thinks she has to cater for my every needs I don't want a girl to go down on her knees I just want someone To share my life with I just want someone To share my life with And that someone could be you That someone could be you you could be that someone You could be that someone You could be that someone You could be that someone You could be that someone You could be that someone |
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