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maybe i could have changed your fate
you were so misunderstood you could have been anything you wanted to its a sad vacation what can i say its a sad vacation oh you knew how to play flowers of romance hey wasn't that new and Belsen was a gas just like you oh you were so real that's why they all loved you oh sing it from your grave its so very hard to do its a sad vacation what can i say its a sad vacation oh you knew how to play Well I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry its a sad vacation what can i say |
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| 2. |
| 1:20 |
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Eastern world it is exploding
Violent flares and bullets loading You're old enough to kill but not for voting You don't believe in war but what's that gun your toting? And even the Jordan river has bodies floating And you tell me over and over and over again my friend You don't believe were on the eve of destruction Well look at all the hate there is in Red China Take a look around at Selma Alabama You may leave here for four days in space When you return it's that same old place Love your next door neighbor but don't forget to say grace And you tell me over and over and over again my friend You don't believe were on the eve of destruction You don't believe were on the eve of destruction You don't believe were on the eve of destruction |
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| 4. |
| 2:12 |
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Born in Red House Brooklyn
In the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes To accordion Joey Joey Joey King of the streets Joey Joey Joey Can’t get no relief Larry was the oldest Joey was next They tried to get Larry Joey got so upset Joey Joey Joey King of the streets Joey Joey Joey Can’t get no relief They tried, to tell him He was doing wrong Dealing with some colored’s Boy you’re doing so wrong Joey Joey Joey King of the streets Joey Joey Joey Can’t get no relief Joey Joey Joey What’d you do? You got it Umberto’s poor you Bullets still in the door Where they got you got you more Blood in the streets Now there’s no relief for Joey Joey Joey Joey King of the streets Joey Joey Joey |
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| 2:24 |
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| 6. |
| 1:13 |
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Go, go back to go
Did you ever think you would know? What do you know? You think it shows? That you know? Go back to go Time, times going on You, you should have known What do you know? Life’s so slow You wanna go, back to go |
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| 1:59 |
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| 8. |
| 3:12 |
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Their eyes light up
When you put them down Heartbeat increases When you shove 'em around Spill a drink on her She's your friend for life You can carve out a disciple If you have a knife Oh, hurt me Ok, I'll hurt you Heartbeat you Then I'm goin' to sleep I'm not one of those cats that you meet Don't try, you can't impress me But there's pages missin' What's it about? Each page leaves somethin' you'll never find out Oh, hurt me Ok, I'll hurt you Heartbeat you Then I'm goin' to sleep Oh, hurt me Ok, I'll hurt you Heartbeat you Then I'm goin' Think I'm goin' to sleep Maybe I'm the prize fool because I tried But if I gave up Life would really suck Oh, hurt me Ok, I'll hurt you Heartbeat you Then I'm goin' Then I'm goin' sleep |
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| 3:00 |
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| 10. |
| 0:20 |
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| 11. |
| 2:48 |
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Oh-oh, I love her so
Even though we just met Maybe I'm foolish, but maybe some things are meant Was it her hair, dark as the night And in the light, I'll make her mine Oh-oh her diary of a lover Yeah, I tell her I love her Even though I share her I'm still fortunate Just getting to know her Makes me remember things I forget Oh-oh, she's such a girl Oh-oh, yeah, she's living in my world Every time I see her She's gotta punch in Her time's so limited Cause she's still living with him Oh-oh, she's such a girl Oh-oh, yeah, she's living in my world Well let me tell you, you guys You all got it all so hard You got to fight so hard Just for some love Too bad sucker, you're not in a band It's so easy, it gets out of hand But who really cares? |
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| 12. |
| 1:56 |
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Here I am
All alone and all dressed up to kill But I'd much rather be with the boys Than be with you Here I am With the gang, I don't care where you are But I'd much rather be with the boys Than be with you I hold up my head up high when I walk down the street Now I'm a boy who's standing on his own two feet Don't try to call me cause now I know the score And now I know I don't need you anymore Who's fooling who It's over now, and no sense looking back But I'd much rather be with the boys Than be with you Here I am With the cats, I don't care if they're all brats But I'd much rather be with the boys Yes I'd much rather be with the boys No I'd much rather be with the boys Than girls like you Than girls like you you you you you You you you you you you you you Than girls like you |
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| 13. |
| 2:52 |
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It doesn't pay to try
All the smart boys know why It doesn't mean I didn't try I just never know why Feel so cold and all alone Cause baby, you're not at home And when I'm home Big deal, I'm still alone Feel so restless, I am Beat my head against a pole Try to knock some sense Down in my bones And even though they don't show The scars aren't so old And when they go They let you know You can't put your arms around a memory You can't put your arms around a memory You can't put your arms around a memory Don't try Don't try You're just a bastard kid And you got no name Cause you're living with me We're one and the same And even though they don't show They scars aren't so old And when they go They let you know You can't put your arms around a memory You can't put your arms around a memory You can't put your arms around a memory Don't try Don't try You can't put your arms around a memory You can't put your arms around a memory You can't put your arms around a memory Don't try Don't try |
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| 2:29 |
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| 15. |
| 2:04 |
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| 16. |
| 1:40 |
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You’re so strange
It didn’t start that way But what can I say You’re strange You’re the talk the town All the girls around They’re all staring you down Nothing’s changed Can’t find a hand but everything’s a scandal You’re so strange Can’t find the time cause you’re wasting mine Nothing’s changed You’re so strange You’re so strange You’re so strange So strange Can’t find a hand but everything’s a scandal You’re so strange Can’t find the time cause you’re wasting mine Nothing’s changed You’re so strange You’re so strange You’re so strange So strange |
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| 17. |
| 1:37 |
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It's a lonely planet boy
when bring me songs from all your boys well I'm a lonely planet boy I'm trying Baby for your love She picks me up She's out driving in her car always asking me where I'm going always telling me it's too far How can she be driving Out by my home When she knows I ain't got one I'm so all alone It's a lonely planet boy when bring me songs from all your boys well I'm a lonely planet boy I'm trying Baby for your love |
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| 18. |
| 1:37 |
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| 19. |
| 1:18 |
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| 20. |
| 2:27 |
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Well, I was raised in the street
A city boy, if you please I probably forgot more than you'll ever be No doubt about it You gotta bop down, down the street Hey! You afraid of those creeps? Guardian angels are what we need New York City police are so sweet In cold blood In cold blood Well you probably think I'm pretty mad Just because I like it down there Well don't you worry, dear You'll never end up dead In cold blood Well no one here gets out alive Living here, it's suicide Avenue A you might survive Riverton you'll finally die In cold blood In cold blood |
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| 21. |
| 3:57 |
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Well I'm talking, I'm talking to you
All your girlfriends they fit in my silver, my silver spoon Because you're just another girl, that's what you are You're just another girl - pretty but not too smart, not smarter than me Well you know, yeah, I know You import your girls from Central Park children's zoo Yeah, I'm talking to you Well you're just another girl, that's what you are You're just another girl - pretty but not too smart, not smarter than me Well I'm talking, I'm talking to you All your girlfriends they fit in my silver, my silver spoon Because you're just another girl, that's what you are You're just another girl pretty but not too smart, not smarter than me Hey! not smarter than me HEY! HEY! HEY! |
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| 22. |
| 5:07 |
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| 23. |
| 3:11 |
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Oh-oh, I love her so
Even though we just met Maybe I'm foolish, but maybe some things are meant Was it her hair, dark as the night And in the light, I'll make her mine Oh-oh her diary of a lover Yeah, I tell her I love her Even though I share her I'm still fortunate Just getting to know her Makes me remember things I forget Oh-oh, she's such a girl Oh-oh, yeah, she's living in my world Every time I see her She's gotta punch in Her time's so limited Cause she's still living with him Oh-oh, she's such a girl Oh-oh, yeah, she's living in my world Well let me tell you, you guys You all got it all so hard You got to fight so hard Just for some love Too bad sucker, you're not in a band It's so easy, it gets out of hand But who really cares? |
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| 1:57 |
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