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Loud talk, dumb love, lacerator
Come and touch Bleed to feel, feel to fuck Keep ya comin', comin' back for more Alcohol, it's a lie, stimulate a needle in your eye Let it bleed, blow your mind Touched myself, nearly went blind Couldn't find a way to live though the pain Couldn't find a way Dumb love Couldn't find another way to win the race Couldn't find a way Dumb love Couldn't get outta bed Ten ton bricks layin' on my head Persecute the crucified Kill a man for losing his mind Couldn't find a way to live through the shame Couldn't find a way Dumb love Couldn't find another way to win the race Couldn't find a way Dumb love Come on out, you're comin' home Deceive yourself, you're all alone Come on out, you're comin' home Deceive yourself, your secret's known |
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| 2. |
| 2:35 |
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Monday, back from the dead
I'm letting it go, back for another one Tuesday, shoot me in the head I'm takin' it back, takin' it back It'll take it back Wednesday, she's looking for a friend She'll get what she wants Can't seem to get enough Thursday, it's more than I can stand I'm holding her down, holding her down She's down again I've gotta find a way to find her Where could she be? Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy One day, left me for the dead Woke up on the floor, time for another one Two days, she's leavin' me again, can't take it no more Out through the open door Three days, she's found herself a friend She got what she wants Still never get enough Four days, she's back with me again She's pullin' me down, pullin' me down I'm down again I've got to find a way to find her Where she could be? Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy Monday's gone Tuesday's fadin' Wednesday's gone Thursday's all but wasted now Monday, back from the dead I'm letting it go back for another one Tuesday, shoot me in the head I'm taking it back, taking it back I'll take it back I gotta find a way to find her Where could she be? Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy thinks I'm the enemy |
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| 3:42 |
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Tar and feathers hide your feelings
If you even know the meaning Your high road is overrated You left your guru out there hangin' Don't stay Don't stay Your appetite's insatiable Devouring one thousand souls It's more or less the same ole story The princess and the whore. The lady. Nobody sees it Nobody hears it Nobody breathin' in a coma So keep your secret Your perfect secrets It's just a game but no one's playin' In a coma lying, waiting Desire fills the lonely craving So many trampled-under footwear But more to fill the trophy cases. |
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| 2:44 |
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You're on the outside
You're lookin' in You're takin' pictures of what you never been So kill to kill So ya wanna die? You're burnin' slowly - with seven lives Blow up the bitch with the firecracker smile Switchblade in her suitcase Loves to drive 'em wild So kill to kill Yeah ya gonna die Everybody's searchin' - every single night You'll never keep it 'cause you sold yourself And by the way You'll never lose it 'cause you never had it It's all the same Rock Star Life - turn on the switch Hollywood Bitch - so fake that she seems real She goes again She's from the "Westside," she's lookin' thin She fills her body with what she'll never be So kill to kill - so you wanna die? Everybody's searchin' - every single night Percussion: Robert, Eric, Brendan |
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| 3:48 |
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If I were to die this mornin'
Would you tell me things that you wouldn't have? Would you be my navigator? Would you take me to a place we could hide? As I'm fallin' out I wonder what I lost Must be movin' on Know I'll be waitin' here alone I wanna ask you to forgive me I haven't been the best with all that I had Wish I'd only laid beside you I think I spread myself a little too thin As I'm fadin' out I don't feel anything at all Think I'm movin' on Know you'll be safe but not alone You're the everything That led me to believe, "Hold on, hold on" You're the wonder in everything That's wonderful Acoustic Guitar, Percussion: Robert Keyboards: Robert, Eric |
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| 3:27 |
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When you're fed up and lonely
And nothing else seems to matter really I'll be here waiting for the Black cloud to leave you I'll be here to hold your hand When you're tired and lonely Hold your breath underwater And know you'll rise to the Surface slowly Think of me as a ship that might hold you Carry you to the shore When you're tired and lonely She can't eat She can't sleep She's not well (she's lonely again) She can't breathe She's in bed She's in hell But she'll never Really be alone As long as I'm beside her Piano: Robert Keyboards: Brendan |
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| 4:22 |
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Hello, it's late
You know I've tried to stop the rain Did you read about it? Did you think about it? Did you cry but nothing came? Hello it's late I know we tried to win the game Did you hear about it? Did you dream about it? I know you cried but nothing changed ∼ Nothing matters again I didn't think it'd last that long But I'm just sittin' on this merry-go-round, And the music is too loud It's just a game That we used to play I didn't think we'd Take it all the way It kills me just because It can't be erased - We're married Acoustic Guitars, Percussion: Robert Keyboards: Robert, Brendan |
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| 2:48 |
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There was this girl
Who lived not too long ago As a matter of fact I think She lives still She knew she could do no wrong Just singin' those songs That we all knew She would always crash the party It was no surprise It was for her Too Cool Queenie There was this boy He played in a rock-n-roll band And he wasn't half-bad, At saving the world She said he could do no right So he took his life His story is true It's ok cause what goes around, comes around It's all right cause what goes around, comes around And now this girl, Yeah she got real famous And she made lots of money and Some of his too But still she thinks she can do no wrong Just playing those songs She's all too cool Keyboards: Scott Percussion: Brendan |
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| 3:55 |
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Regenerate the impoverished souls
That echo you Bleed to feed the masses Soup line two times two They got your picture from the Sunday Plain Dealer that listed you (Dead) Forget the story. There's a bounty on Your head. They fingered you Right away. Right away Green light. Get a move on Right of way, right of way Stop sign, put the brakes on Positive cell regeneration Positive cell regeneration Celebrate the immortal youth That wasted you Peel the skin back from all the lies That blistered you They hold for ransom All the watered down truths That splintered your (Faith) So sell your soul, because you're already (Dead) They've listed you To the fields where lesser mice go To the fields where men follow To the fields where lesser mice go To the fields where we all follow Keyboards: Scott Percussion: Eric |
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| 5:05 |
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So I'm letting it go again
I'm halfway full on Left my meds on the sink today My head will be racing by lunchtime So I'm holding her hand again My palm sweats Hold on Think I've had too much coffee I'm manic as hell But I'm goin' strong Left my meds on the sink again My head will be racing by lunchtime Don't sleep behind the wheel at the stoplight Can't sleep behind the wheel as you're drivin' home You keep comin' down the hill as you're fallin' You keep fallin' from the hill as you're comin' down |
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| 11. |
| 3:16 |
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Miles above your circumstance
There's water on your mind I've wrestled with convictions And I've settled with the tide It's more or less uncertainty But still you play the game A pedicure won't change the score But all of this will fade So low, better get on Everything's stopped (down) So slow, better get on Everything's slowed down Take a bath with consecrated water From the shrine And wash away the mud of all the Miles you left behind Triplicates and wedding rings Both lethal to obtain So batten down the credit cards The devil's in the den Sitar, Guitar: Robert Percussion: Brendan |
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| 12. |
| 4:15 |
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Finally I've met you
The day has come You're more than beautiful And you're my son I don't deserve this I never thought it could be Quite like the moment When you first smiled at me A toothless, wonderful feeling Like I'd never seen It's you, Noah, it's you ∼ And when you lie down to sleep I'll protect you From the demons of the night While I'm watching you grow I'll pray There's so much I could teach you If you only have the time Pray There's so much God can teach you If you only have the time So will you tell me the little things? What does God look like? And angels' wings? I don't remember these things So would you teach them to me? So for the moment I'll watch you breathe And when you wake up in the morning And I pour the coffee You're always smiling ∼ sweetly Acoustic Guitar: Robert Percussion: Eric |
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| 4:33 |
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Leave me out, get away
I gotta go Long way home Can't see through the trees Leave me out, get away Better run fast as I can From the man - the dirty man - the old man In my song Run away, fly away Long way home Through the fields, the burning fields Call my name When you knock on the door Go insane When you knock on the door in my head And it's beatin' like a drum Tell me Is it more of the same and Where can I find it? Tell me Is she fighting for air and Where does she come from? Tell ∼ Leave me out, get away I gotta go Long way home Can't see through the trees Leave me out, get away Better run fast as I can From the man - the dirty man - the old man, Run away when he's knocking on the door ∼ What's she runnin' from? I really don't know Keep her runnin' it's a long way home I hear the music - songs we know It's out of time and the beat's too slow |
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