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from The Kills - Midnight Boom (2008)
You and I must make a pact
We must bring salvation back, Where there is love, I'll be there. (I'll be there) I'll reach out my hand to you I'll have faith in all you do. Just call my name and I'll be there. (I'll be there) I'll be there to comfort you, Build my world of dreams around you, I'm so glad that I found you. I'll be there with a love that's strong, I'll be your strength, I'll keep holdin' on. (holdin' on) Yes I will Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter, Togetherness, girl, is all I'm after, Whenever you need me, I'll be there. (I'll be there) I'll be there to protect you, (yeah baby) With unselfish love that respects you. Just call my name, I'll be there. (I'll be there) I'll be there to comfort you, Build my world of dreams around you, I'm so glad that I found you. I'll be there with a love that's strong, I'll be your strength, I'll keep holdin' on. Oh oh oh Yes I will (holdin' on, holdin' on) Yes I will If you should ever find someone new I know he better be good to you Cause if he doesn't Ill be there (ill be there) Don't you know baby I'll be there I'll be there I'll be there Just call my name, I'll be there (I'll be there) Just look over your shoulders honey! Oh! I'll be there, I'll be there, Whenever you need me, I'll be there (I'll be there) Don't you know baby, I'll be there, I'll be there Just call my name, I'll be there (I'll be there) Oh oh oh oh I'll be there, I'll be there |
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from The Kills - Midnight Boom (2008)
> I'm bored of cheap and cheerful
I want expensive sadness Hospital bills, parole Open doors to madness I want you to be crazy 'Cause you're boring baby when you're straight I want you to be crazy 'Cause you're stupid baby when you're sane I'm sick of social crazes Show your sharp tipped teeth Lose your cool in public Did the legal meet 'Cause love is just a dialogue You can't survive on ice-cream You got to see me dancing dog It's alright (it's alright) To be mean (to be mean) It's alright (it's alright) To be mean (to be mean) I want you to be crazy 'Cause you're boring baby when you're straight I want you to be crazy 'Cause you're stupid baby when you're sane It's alright (it's alright) To be mean (to be mean) It's alright (it's alright) To be mean (to be mean) It's alright (it's alright) To be mean (to be mean) It's alright (it's alright) To be mean (to be mean) I want you to be crazy 'Cause you're boring baby when you're straight I want you to be crazy 'Cause you're stupid baby when you're sane I want you to be crazy 'Cause you're boring baby when you're straight I want you to be crazy 'Cause you're stupid baby when you're sane |
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from The Kills - Midnight Boom (2008)
You've got to You've got to You've got to You've got to Tape ain't gonna fix it Honey, it ain't gonna stick Tape ain't gonna fix it Honey, it ain't gonna stick to you Six kinds of glue Won't hold you Won't hold you Oh my oh, oh my You've got to You've got to go straight ahead You've got to, you've got to go straight ahead Time ain't gonna cure you Honey, time don't give a shit. Time ain't gonna cure you Honey, time's just gonna hit on you I said time ain't gonna cure you Honey, time don't give a shit Time ain't gonna cure you Honey, time's just gonna hit on you You've got to go straight ahead You've got to, you've got to, to go straight ahead Time ain't gonna cure you Honey, time don't give a shit. Time ain't gonna cure you Honey, time's just gonna hit on you I said, six kinds of blue Won't hold you, won't hold you Oh my oh, oh my you've got to You've got to, you've got to You've got to go straight ahead You've got to, you've got to go straight ahead |
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from The Kills - Midnight Boom (2008)
What's going on fire
I want you to know My spirit's alive I want you to know I'm getting down With the awkward moments I'm getting down with the sour kiss I'm getting down with the rumors In the back of the car I'm getting down with it Single when you get to the top Single when you want it When you want to stop We could, we could crash We could, we could, bum, bum We could take it, we could We could take it, take it in tons Getting down Getting down with your new vocation Getting down with your cute cut wrists I'm getting down with the kisses And grow stitches on it I'm getting down with it Here's a message From my old coat pocket My spirit's alive I want you to know I'm getting down with the young drunk lovers I'm getting down with the one way pack I'm getting down with the city and the pity of it I'm getting down with it |
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from The Kills - Midnight Boom (2008)
We're two parties, two parties ending
What if you move? What if you hide? There's only so much you can miss Before we both collide A little tornado, a little hurricane roar Last day of magic, where are you? A little tornado, a little hurricane roar We're two parties, two parties ending I'll be the man with the broom If you'll be the dust of the room And there's only so much you can hide Before I corner you Last day of magic, where are you? A little tornado, a little hurricane roar Last day of magic Coming through the eye of the storm And I hold on to A little tornado, a little hurricane roar I'll be the man with the broom If you'll be the dust of the room And there's only so much you can hide Before I corner you Last day of magic put the whole ride through The eye of the storm in a single room A little tornado, a little hurricane roar Cavalry come, cavalry go Cavalry leave me alone A little serenader My little cup of cane roar Last day of magic, where are you? A little tornado, a little hurricane roar |
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from The Kills - Midnight Boom (2008)
> With your hook and line i still blow away
with your hook and line i still blow away with your hook and line i'm still blown away with your hook and line i still blow away try your best in your heavy shade to keep it quiet, keep it cool lipstick letters and souvenirs make a mockery of your fears with your hook and line i still blow away with your hook and line i still blow away with your hook and line i'm still blown away with your hook and line i still blow away try your best to make it matter tattoo it in the clouds above you nail it down with jealous bones till it goes like a feather off on it's own with your hook and line i still blow away with your hook and line i still blow away with your hook and line i'm still blown away with your hook and line i still blow away a pawn a shove an eerie love a whip a crack you won't come back with your hook and line i still blow away with your hook and line i still blow away with your hook and line i'm still blown away with your hook and line i still blow away with your hook and line i still blow away with your hook and line i still blow away with your hook and line i'm still blown away with your hook and line i still blow away |
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from The Kills - Midnight Boom (2008)
Elevator straight into my skull
The escalator rises as it falls I swear our jet is crashing in my mind You can hold on but I wouldn't waste your time And farewell, my black balloon Farewell, my black balloon I've stood in a thousand street scenes Just around the corner from you On the edge of a dream that you have Has anybody ever told you it's not coming true? Farewell, my black balloon Farewell, my black balloon (The weather had it's way with you) Farewell, my black balloon (If the weather had it's way with you) Farewell, my black balloon Farewell, my black balloon Farewell, my black balloon (If the weather had it's way with you) Farewell, my black balloon (If the weather had it's way with you) Farewell, my black balloon (If the weather had it's way with you) Farewell, my black balloon (If the weather had it's way with you) Farewell, my black balloon |
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from The Kills - Midnight Boom (2008)
> Running into trouble
running into trouble you got heavenly eyes a thousand highs always on a mission it's not lovin' it's not kissin' it's the heavenly ride you still got wheels, kid. if i go missing don't you worry for me i'm just writing my side of the story just like jackie i'm briting my lips scoring my mind with whatever i can find i'm going down the coast to M.E.X.I.C.O see you i'm going down the coast to M.E.X.I.C.O see you i'm going down the coast to M.E.X.I.C.O see you |
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from The Kills - Midnight Boom (2008)
Shout when you wanna get off the ride Shout when you wanna get off the ride Shout when you wanna get off the ride Cause it crossed my mind Crossed my mind Make my blood thump 7-8-9 Make my heart beat double time Now I’m the only sour cherry on the fruit stand right? Am I the only sour sherry on the fruit stand No, ooooo….. Oh I’m a penny in diamond mine, We could be movers, oh Oh, we could be shakers, oh If we could just shake something out of the blue and get off the ride, Now I’m the only sour cherry on the fruit stand right? Am I the only sour sherry on the fruit stand No, ooooo….. Oh gggggGo home go home, it’s over, gggggGo home go home, it’s over, gggggGo home go home, it’s over, go go home its over, gggggo home go home, it’s over go go home it’s over hey… Now I’m the only sour cherry on the fruit stand right? Am I the only sour sherry on the fruit stand No, ooooo….. Oh gggggGo home go home, it’s over, gggggGo home go home, it’s over, gggggGo home go home, it’s over, go go home its over, gggggo home go home, it’s over go go home it’s over |
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from The Kills - Midnight Boom (2008)
Easy, alphabet pony
Uh easy, alphabet pony Funny monkey Tore money loose in soda hands Pink plastic Jesus on the dashboard Just say it Easy, alphabet pony Uh easy, alphabet pony No fun, I have We got no money Need a friend, a volcano dish On a mountain top to live it Easy, alphabet pony Uh easy, alphabet pony Easy, alphabet pony Uh easy, alphabet pony I cancel Sunday, cancel Monday Don't look at me I've been running on a note tomorrow Roadie great speed Na, na, na, need a punch A pop a bang, a different song Like a nice new pope [Incomprehensible] needs a mean straight dog Yeah Easy, alphabet pony Uh easy, alphabet pony Easy, alphabet pony Easy, alphabet pony Uh, we go up down Up down, up down, telling you We like the walk and the talk, don't stop And fall into the quicksand Sharp teeth, dry heat Can't breach too many sins And don't forget my cigarettes And get something that we can drink Easy, alphabet pony Uh easy, alphabet pony Easy, alphabet pony Easy, alphabet pony |
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from The Kills - Midnight Boom (2008)
coma comma drama come on draw it scratch it say it say it make it to the bottom ladder climb it drop an apple off the top it stop it i don't want to eat it need it know it force it feed it leave it be it just keep it in it's box WHAT EASY USED TO BE WHAT LOVE USED TO BE WHAT DRUGS USED TO BE WHAT T.V. USED TO BE WHAT MUSIC USED TO BE WHAT LUCK USED TO BE WHAT ART USED TO BE WHAT YOU USED TO BE coma comma drama come on crawl your skin your mile longer love song sure it tell the future fingers crushed and run em' under water shark infested sea of secrets in the open fire beat it broke it don't believe it just keep in in it's box WHAT THE CITY USED TO BE WHAT FUN USED TO BE WHAT DREAMING USED TO BE WHAT FAME USED TO BE WHAT FAST USED TO BE WHAT LOW USED TO BE WHAT NEW YORK USED TO BE |
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from The Kills - Midnight Boom (2008)
Steam's working, I see it in everyone
Like a lost idea under a light bulb sun Your eyes, ready for takeoff, melt in your head What a beautiful state we're in Jailers in my mind are all dead I love you so much, never forget Our love, our secrets, coming undone What a beautiful state we're in Goodnight, another bad morning Goodnight, another bad morning Goodnight, another bad morning Goodnight, another bad morning Goodnight, another bad morning Goodnight (Another bad) Goodnight (Another bad) Goodnight (Another bad) Goodnight, another bad morning |
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