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There will be no kisses tonight
There will be no holding hands tonight 'Cause what is now wasn't there before And should not be I know I've broken some hearts, I understand Some firecrackers blow up in your hand Oh, I fuckked up, I've always tried to be true But I would never kiss anyone Who doesn't burn me like the sun And I remember every kiss Like my first kiss Like my first kiss When I think back on that night It was lovely Vital aching In your dad's 240 But I would like to keep the memory Of that kiss as it is Things get more complicated when you're older Before you know it, you are somebody's soldier You get a gun and you name it After a girlfriend But I swear I'll never kiss anyone Who doesn't burn me like the sun And I will cherish every kiss Like my first kiss Like my first kiss Like my first kiss |
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| 2. |
| 4:12 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:22 |
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I took my sister down to the ocean
But the ocean made me feel stupid Those words of wisdom I had prepared All seemed to vanish into thin air Into the waves I stared I picked up a seashell To illustrate my homelessness But a crab crawled out of it Making it useless And all my metaphors fell flat Down on the rocks where we sat She asked where you are But sister it's the opposite of hallelujah It's the opposite of being you You don't know 'cause it just passes right through you You don't know what I'm going through You don't know what I'm going through You don't know what I'm going through We made our way home on the bikes we had borrowed I still never told you about unstoppable sorrow You still think I'm someone to look up to I still don't know anything about you Is it in you too You've got so much to live for little sister You've got so much to live for But sister it's the opposite of hallelujah It's the opposite of being you You don't know cause it just passes right through you You don't know what I'm going through You don't know what I'm going through You don't know what I'm going through |
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| 5:01 |
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Nina I can be your boyfriend
So you can stay with your girlfriend Your father is a sweet old man But it is hard for him to understand that you wanna love a woman Nina i can be your boyfriend if it puts an end to all this nonsens first time i see you in Berlin And you don't tell me anything Until outside your dad's apartment Oh God, Jesus Christ I try to focus on your eyes we're having dinner with your family now keep a steady look at your left eyebrow it it's raised, it means yes, if it's not it means take a guess Hey! you! stop kicking my legs- i'm doning my best can you pass the figgs Your father puts on my record he says so tell me how you met her i get little nerversed and change the subject and put my hand on some metal object he jokes and tells that's a lie detector he takes out the booklet and starts reading so i heard you're moving out next season i say! yeah, New York is nice that time of year almost as green an it is here He says i thought you were moving to Sweden? oh God! what have i done? i came to Berlin to have some fun then it turned into buffalo 456 on your fathers wall a big crucifix guess thats why he wont let you go his catholic heart is big and slow you know i'll do anything for love but Nina what were you thinking of? but Nina i can be your boyfriend So you can stay with your girlfriend Your father is mailing me all the time he says he just wants to say hi i send back "out of office", auto-replies" Nina i just want to check in cause i think about you every second so i send you this postcard just to say don't let anyone stand in your way yours truly. Jens Lekman Don't let anyone stand in your way... |
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| 3:45 |
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If I had to choose a moment in time
To take with me into eternity I would choose this This moment with you in my arms I know we've lost the final battle I know we are prisoners I can hear chains rattle But I'm a prisoner of this moment with you in my arms You in my arms You in my arms You in my arms I have a love I have a love for this world A kind of love that will break my heart A kind of love that reconstructs and remodels the past That adds a dryness to the dry august grass That adds the sunshine to the magnifying glass And makes me fight for something that just can't last You in my arms You in my arms You in my arms You in my arms If I had to choose a moment in time To take with me into eternity I'd choose this moment with you in my arms You in my arms You in my arms You in my arms You in my |
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| 6. |
| 3:48 |
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I am leaving you because I don't love you
I am leaving you because I don't love you Oh, it's the knowledge It's the knowledge It's the knowledge Of future clarity That makes my voice tremble With greater dignity I am leaving you because I don't love you I am leaving you because I don't love you I'm sorry I have to be this brutally honest, Nicole But my excuses were babies of snow that I just could not hold So you pick up your asthma inhaler and put it 'gainst your lips Oh, those lips I've loved, that I was dreaming of They're still red and soft, I'm so sorry I couldn't love you enough I'm so sorry I couldn't love you enough I'm so sorry But I'm leaving you because I don't love you I am leaving you because I don't love you So you pick up your asthma inhaler and put it 'gainst your lips Oh, those lips I've loved, that I was dreaming of They're still red and soft, I'm so sorry I couldn't love you enough So sorry I couldn't love you enough I'm so sorry |
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| 7. |
| 3:24 |
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| 8. |
| 5:03 |
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I was slicing up an avocado
When you came up behind me With your silent brand new sneakers Your reflection I did not see It was the hottest day in August We were heading for the sea For a second my mind started drifting You put your arms around me You put your arms around me You put your arms around Blood spraying on the kitchen sink "What's this" I have time to think I see the tip of my index finger My mind is slowly creating a link From your mouth speaks your lovely voice The softest words ever spoken What's broken can always be fixed What's fixed will always be broken You put your arms around me You put your arms around me You put your arms around me You put your arms around I must of passed out on the porch Dreamt I was carried in a Kangroo's pouch When I wake up,I'm in the waiting room On a dirty Hospital couch My hand is wrapped in toilet paper And my body is wrapped in the breeze You're siting next to me reading the paper I put your arm around me |
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| 3:57 |
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Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin
Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin When Shirin cuts my hair it's like a love affair Let those locks fall to the ground or let them stay there I show her my passport, what I looked like But she just smiles and lets me know it's gonna be all right Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin When Shirin cuts my hair her mama's sitting in the rocking chair She tells me stories from the war in Iraq 'cause they were there Shirin pulls my head to the side But in the mirror I can see a tear in her eye Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin Your hands are soft Your hands are soft just like silk You're a drop of blood You're a drop of blood in my glass of milk Your hands are soft Your hands are soft just like silk You're a drop of blood You're a drop of blood in my glass of milk When Shirin does her magic to my frizzy straws Immigration and tax representatives stumble upon their lawns What if it reaches the government That you have a beauty salon in your own apartment (I won't tell anyone) Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin (I won't tell anyone) Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin (I won't tell anyone) |
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| 10. |
| 5:09 |
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What have you done to my heart?
The Spanish girl pointed at me and said "silencio" Making a little gesture as if switching off a radio Sliding her fingers 'cross her lips as if shutting a zipper I clearly got the message, I didn't need to ask her Making the reverse zipper 'cross my lips, opening for conversation Signaling the international sign of reckless contemplation Shrugging her shoulders and lifting up the hand that rested on her thigh Her middle finger extended until its simple message could not be denied I turned 17 and I swore to never speak a word again But then someone came along and ruined everything It was a strange time in my life People seem to think a shy personality equals gifted But if they would get to know one I'm sure that idea would have shifted Most shy people I know are extremely boring Either that or they are miserable from all the shit they've been storing I turned 17 and I swore to never speak a word again But then someone came along and ruined everything It was a strange time in my life I had a good time at the party when everyone had left I flirted with a girl in sign language 'cause she was deaf It was a strange time in my life It was a strange time in my life |
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| 4:44 |
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| 12. |
| 4:16 |
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In a tiny tiny southern Swedish country town
Two acres of field and a gas station riding on my moped, looking for fun staring into the blood red sun on the country road is a boulevard with neon lights and night open bars in my kachet a pack of playing cards just jacks, jokers, and the queen of hearts my heart beating, beating like Ringo as I pull into the drive-in bingo who do the people in the country wanna look like the people in the city? when the people in the city aren't the slightest pretty i want the people in the country to wear flannel shirts and saggy jeans all covered in dirt I want the people in the counrty to be open and kind but most times I've met those with a narrow mind with a big black dog to bite your behind if they ever find out you're not one of theif kind all these thoughts as I open up a zingo Friday night at the drive-in bingo so this is what they do out here for fun? they play bingo and let their engines run? tonight's jackpop is a pig, hey that's criminal! G042! ooh, I'm going diagonal! I'm gonna gather up a few of my friends as many fits into an army tent just bring out savings and a botttle of wine to the Friday night's reversal of time! this little south-west vallage shoudn't cost that much maybe a handful of silver or a hundred bucks we could have wild wild parties in that big old lodge and the windmil's perfect for movies and such we could fake our deaths to get insurance money and take on hippie names I'd be Snowphish, you'de be Sunny, we could start a little farm with little white bunnies just cause watching them copulates is very funny there's a cow and an ostrich just wating for you! a glass of apple cider just waiting for you! the smell of 1952 just waiting for you! and all i"m doing here is just waiting for you... a daydream, I'm caught up in limbo Friday night at the drive-in bingo |
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