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MAYBE I SHOULD DROP YOU AT YOUR DOOR.
OR LEAVE TONIGHT AND VANISH UP THE SHORE. ANYWHERE BUT HERE. IT'S THREE O'CLOCK WE'RE DRIVING IN YOUR CAR, YOU'RE SCREAMING OUT THE WINDOW AT THE STARS, "PLEASE DON'T DRIVE ME HOME!" BLAME US BECAUSE WE ARE WHO WE ARE. HATE US BECAUSE YOU'LL NEVER GET THAT FAR. AND WHO'D SUPPOSE YOU WOULD GO? I'VE ALREADY LEARNED ENOUGH TO KNOW. TELL ME ALL THE PLACES WE COULD GO. AND COUNT THE HEADLIGHTS PASSING ON THE ROAD, A LONG, LONG TIME AGO. BRIDGE: HERE WE ARE. FOREIGN TO THEIR WORLD. STRAIGHT AND COMPOSED. YOUR SERMONS I CAN DO WITHOUT AND I FINALLY FOUND. THAT EVERYBODY LOVES TO LOVE YOU WHEN YOU'RE FAR AWAY. COULD IT BE WE'VE DONE SOMETHING WRONG WE'D MAKE IT BACK TO YOUR PLACE BEFORE DAWN "PLEASE, DON'T TAKE ME HOME." "PLEASE, DON'T TAKE ME HOME." |
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| 2. |
| 4:37 |
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
Past the road to your house That you never called home Where they turned out your lights Though they say you’ll never know I remember running through the wet grass And falling a step behind Both of us never tiring Desperately Wanting When they pumped out your guts And filled you full of those pills You were never quite right Deserving all the chills They say the worst is over Kicked it over and ran Then they ask what went wrong When they turn you on again They turn you on again I remember running through the wet grass And falling a step behind Both of us never tiring Desperately Wanting I remember running through the wet grass And falling a step behind Both of us never tiring Desperately Wanting Kick them right in the face Make them wish they weren’t born And if they bring up your name Well they’ll say you won the war Baby burst in the world.. Never given a chance Then they ask what went wrong When you never had it right No you never had it right I remember running through the wet grass And falling a step behind Both of us never tiring Desperately Wanting I remember running through the wet grass And falling a step behind Both of us never tiring Desperately Wanting.. Oh the letters have dropped off Though they say you got them all I finally figured out some things you’ll never know never.. * * * Take back your life And let me inside We’ll find the way door if you care to anymore... I remember running through the wet grass And falling a step behind Both of us never tiring Desperately Wanting I remember running through the wet grass And falling a step behind Both of us never tiring Desperately Wanting..... |
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| 3. |
| 3:05 |
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
Good by Better Than Ezra 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,? CHORUS: 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. CHORUS: 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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| 4. |
| 4:39 |
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
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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| 5. |
| 4:08 |
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Got an angel on the stairs
As if you'd even care When the lights are up And the sun had nearly gone... down Did you see him on the street Did you pass him at your feet Did you think at all How dare they even look me in the eye And he loves the girls And he loves the boys Gonna make Twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's over So set him up Then let him fall Turn him over in your hands God save the king of New Orleans Got a ticket to a show Did you see him take a blow When the drunk one said Cat Stevens was the greatest singer Did you kick him in the head Did you see the blood run down Did you laugh at all When the people walked right by and said aloud Gutter punks, you're all the same Gonna make Twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's over So set him up Then let him fall Turn him over in your hands God save the king of New Orleans Set him up Let him fall Turn him over in your hands God save the King of New Orleans Radio in my head, radio in my car Goin' down again He's goin' down... again Any way you look Any way you talk it over It's easier To let it slip out of your mind But it rips your heart out Then it kicks your head in Would you give him one more chance Try and see the beauty in his world All the way in on my hands In on my feet and shoulders Gonna make Twenty dollars 'fore the weekends over So set him up Then let him fall Turn him over in your hands God save the king of New Orleans Set him up Then let him fall Turn him over in your hands God save the king of New Orleans Yeah |
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