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| 1. |
| 3:41 | 
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When I'm done with thinking
then I'm done with you When I'm done with crying then I'm done with you When I feel so tired then I'm done with you Everybody feels this way sometimes everybody feels this way And I do You can't hear it but I do You can't hear it but I do You're trying to convince me that what I've done's not right I get so frustrated I stay up every night You ask me for an answer I'm so tired and I'm up in the air Everybody feels this way sometimes everybody feels this way And I do You can't hear it but I do You can't hear it but I'm feeling this way just because you say I will be ignored I will be denied I could be erased I could be brushed aside I will get scared and I will get shoved down But I feel like I do because you push me around I'm starting to ignore you I've doubted you so long I'm tired of overthinking I know you don't belong Now I'm asking questions no one pushes me around Everybody feels this way sometimes everybody feels this way And I do You can't hear it but I do You don't seem angry but I do I do I do I do You don't seem angry but I do You can't hear it but I do |
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| 2. |
| 4:08 |
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She wanted to be a cowboy,
she was shootin' 'em down, she was tramping around. He walked in crooked with the clear blue eyes. "There's a nice pool at my motel - you want to go for a swim?" That night he moved in. The time between meeting and finally leaving is sometimes called falling in love. The time between meeting and finally leaving is sometimes called falling in love. At night she'd wait for the sound of his feet on the doormat, the sound of his hand on the doorknob, the sound of her heart beating in her head. He'd go out playing nickel slots, cause he knew he'd lose - She didn't know, so she couldn't choose. One night while sleeping alone in her bed, the phone rang, shewoke up, and sat up and said, "What time is it? What time is it? "Well, it's 5:30 here and it's 2:30 there, and I won't be home tonight," he said. The time between meeting and finally leaving is sometimes called falling in love. The time between meeting and finally leaving is sometimes called falling in love. Now she sits in a booth in a diner, waiting for someone to take her order, waiting for someone to come and sit down. She rubs the smudge off the photograph, puts it back into her purse. The grey sky was romantic cause he was holding her hand, he was her man. The time between meeting and finally leaving is sometimes called falling in love. The time between meeting and finally leaving is sometimes called falling in love. Sometimes called falling in love. She wanted to be a cowboy, she was shootin' 'em down, she was tramping around. |
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| 3. |
| 2:58 |
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This isn't what I like to call flattery,
But I know that I believe that I've found what's true, That I've found what's you. Truthfully I I'm finding finally. Truthfully you You helped me find at last. Truthfully we Are finding out what's true. And Truthfully I am finding out what's you. Surprise, cause I was flying the plane. Surprise, cause now I'm smiling again. Surprise, cause you showed up with your parachute. Surprise, I'm kind of happy you showed up. Truthfully I I'm finding finally. Truthfully you You helped me find at last. Truthfully we Are finding out what's true. And Truthfully I am finding out what's you. Truthfully, I really can't explain, I'm floating, I'm smiling again. Truthfully, I can't ignore you, cause I've been waiting for you. Truthfully, I'm not desperate, I haven't changed my mind since we first met, But the last thing that I want to do is to tell you that I'm right for you. Truthfully I I'm finding finally. Truthfully you You helped me find at last. Truthfully we Are finding out what's true. And Truthfully I am finding out what's you. I'm finding finally. Truthfully, I'm finding out what's you. I'm smiling again. Truthfully |
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| 4. |
| 2:46 |
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I told you I was sorry, I told you I was wrong,
I said it was an accident and don't tell anyone. But you love to circle round and round, you're so misunderstood. Yeah, you love to circle round and round & you know that we should Forget about it - Let's forget about it You lied about how much you knew, I thought you were my friend. You lied upon the mattress, c'mon tell me where you've been. You lied about this night apart, you lied about the room. If you're gonna have to lie to me then Let's forget about it Let's forget about it I'll stop crying on the mountain that we made from a molehill where we Spilt the milk. So you say this never happened, perhaps not the way I thought. Did I throw this out of focus - or was it just the way we fought? That is seemed to me you this girl, but you swear to God it's not. Let's forget about it Let's forget about it I'll stop crying, if you'll stop. I'll stop crying, if you'll stop. I'll stop crying, if you'll stop lying to me. |
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| 5. |
| 3:50 |
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I didn't come this far for you to make this hard for me.
And now you want to ask me "how"? It's like - How does your heart beat, and why do you breathe? How does your heart beat, and why do you breathe? Why did you come here? You weren't invited. You were on the outside - Stay on the outside. And now you want to ask me "why"? It's like - why does your heart beat, and how do you cry? How does your heart beat? And there are some things that I'd like to figure out. There are some things that I can do without - like you, and your letters that go on forever, and you, and the people taht were never friends. With all the things that you could be, you never could learn how to be me. And now you want to ask me "how"? It's like - how does your heart beat, and why do you breathe? How does your heart beat, and why do you breathe? |
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| 6. |
| 3:24 |
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"It's not really poetry, but it's pretty," he said.
As he raises his voice, she lowers her head. "It makes my heart heavy, you're lonely, I think. Oh, Rose, you're sad, I suppose." "Look in her bed and she's bound to be sleeping. She's lying there dead. - No, she's breathing." Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes, your languorous hum, that tone of surprise I've heard energy in adversity. Your smile: the soul of witchery. You're not running away, You're not running - are you? Lyrically longing, she's tearing the words from the page. She's fearfully seething. "Bring me your blessings, a prayer, or a new pen. - You don't know what I need." "Look in my bed and I'm bound to be sleeping, I'm lying there dead, but I'm breathing. And I'm barely balancing as it is, And I don't want to drown in my dreams Bring me wild plums and agrimony I bet you don't even know what that means." Furious Rose with your opiate eyes, Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise. I've heard energy in adversity. Your smile: the soul of witchery. You're not running away, you're not running - are you? Gingerly peering, over his shoulder, removed herself from the room. She's terribly freezing, she always knows when to go. |
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| 7. |
| 2:53 |
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No teacher to follow, no prophet to tell me how,
But I know what I want, I know what I want now. Like water, it rushes, it's the last thing you see when you close your eyes, it's the one place you want to be. But if it doesn't brush my shoulder, and it doesn't beat my heart, that's not what I want, that's not where I will start. I never kissed somebody so that they would break my heart, that's not what I want. If you don't know what you're missing cause you don't know where to start, follow your wishing heart. I was restless, X4 I just want this to be good, X2 But you don't understand, You don't understand me, and I want to be understood. But if it doesn't brush my shoulder, And it doesn't beat my heart, That's not what I want - no, that's not where I will start. I never kissed somebody so that they would break my heart, That's not what I want. If we all leap before we crawl, we might fall, And it's not always candy spun from head to heart, And it's not always meant to be, And it's not always up to me. But if it doesn't brush my shoulders, and it doesn't beat my heart. That's not what I want, that's not where I will start. I never kissed somebody so that they would break my heart, That's not what I want. If you don't know what you're missing, 'Cause you don't know where to start, You don't know what you're missing Follow your wishing heart. |
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| 8. |
| 3:38 |
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you want to dance with the angels?
then embroider me with gold, and i will fly with the angels, and you can dance with me. sing with the angels? then show me a song and i will strum with the angels, and you can sing with me. but you want to fall fashionably in love with a woman, in love with a life you'll adore, in love with a woman you'll adore. under my wings, you'll start to ask yourself, under my wings, you'll learn to fly. under my wings, you'll come to understand how to hold on - if you want to. or you can dream of the frog legs sitting in the church in the glass, in the sand where your foot steps. or you can dream of the angels in the air - don't you see me? i float in skies, in your eyes, in your eyes. you want to dance with the angels? then embroider me with gold, and i will fly with the angels, and you can dance with me. under my wings, you'll start to look for me. under my wings, you'll want to cry sometimes. under my wings, you'll find someone to hold onto - if you want to. you want to dance with the angels? then embroider me with gold, and i will fly with the angels, and you can dance with me. |
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| 9. |
| 3:04 |
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I'm going as far as
I can go away from here Away from you Jake and the hole you've sunk me into I wish that I could belong here with you and just be but that's not all that I'm about Your life is built on accidents like meeting me You write everything down i n your grocery list people do this Even insects buzz like airplans why can't we fly away I'm going as far as I can go Your dad died cause his heart hurt arking away his forty five years dragging your mom along I don't want that netiher do you Neither do you If I am not fun and I am not interesting perhaps I am not interested in you neither are you You can't stand in front of an over cause it's warm and the fumes are dangerous I'm going as far as I can go away from here away from you Jake and the hole you've sunk me into I wish that I could belong here with you and just be but that's not all that I'm about to do |
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| 10. |
| 3:28 |
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In an open room that echoes well, this is where I can tell you everything.
This is where I meet my muse, and it feeds me. This is how I buy the sun, and it feeds me. This is why I burn this candle, I light it so that I can handle this. You're so still, You're so safe, Appear severe, You are so nonchalant. I'm so still I'm so safe, Appear severe, I am not. This is where I meet my muse, and it feeds me. This is how I buy the sun, and it feeds me. I told David I won't die, and this is how I watch the sky, That is why I burn this candle, I light it so that I can handle this. You're so still, You save face. Try to erase all you feel inside. Stand still, I save face, I misplace all the feelings I can't hide. Of all the rooms I've loved before it's you I love inside this room They test me can I train my evil eye to see like they do - Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes. Of all the rooms I've loved before, It's you I love. This is how I meet my muse. |
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| 2:38 |
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I did not want to be stuck
One second longer than I had to be there, Stuck inside the door. I'm always scared I'll slam my fingers in the door Because the last time that I left I slammed my fingers in the door. When you want to get out, You get up, and walk straight to the door. Not stop and think about it, Thinking that one second longer That a car could hit me in it If I thought more than I did. |
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| 12. |
| 5:45 |
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You want to suffer and show me you're angry. Fight with your fists up or call for you mommy. You want to suffer and show me you're angry. Spend time alone, find a stick in the basement. Drink water and gold dust and live on impatience. Slaughtered for weakness, electric like static. Slaughtered, you're weak - there's no need to speak. You chang your shoelaces. I light firecrackers. You step on the sparks. You change your shoelaces, I light firecrackers. I shouldn't be any great inspiration, I never got in your way. I should never have to chase you. I was the one who got away. If you could feel the pain your confusion has caused me You would have stopped before you spoke. Listening to lies, the pain doesn't suit me. The gift that you gave me, I put it away. I couldn't look at it, it made me think of you. You get in the way. You change your shoelaces. I light firecrackers. You step on the sparks. You change your shoelaces. I light firecrackers. Spend time alone, find a stick in the basement. Drink water and gold dust and die of impatience. Electric like static, and no need to speak. It's not right, but it's not wrong. So I wrote this song. I wrote this song - is that what you want. You got what you want - does it make you feel better? With a smirk on your face and a gun at my head, You come to my place and ask to be fed. You change your shoelaces. I light firecrackers. You step on the sparks. You change your shoelaces. I light firecrackers. You get in the way. You get in the way. You want to suffer and show me you're angry. Fight with your fists up or call for your mommy. You want to suffer and show me you're angry. |
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| 13. |
| 4:02 |
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I could be trembling when I talk to you.
I could be making up all sorts of things that are not true. I could tell a half truth, but I can not tell a lie. I could tell a story that is ten feet high. My stomach flutters, and I feel sometimes ashamed; I'm a castle with broken shutters and this is not a guessing game. I could make a plea so that you and I could be we, and I could say, "Oh, it's a must that you and I should be us." All the answers I could guess, and you would be so impressed, but I would never get a "yes", cause I have not the guts to guess. My stomach flutters, and I feel sometimes ashamed; I'm a castle with broken shutters and this is not a guessing game. I could be listening, but this is not a guessing game. I'd guess all the answers, but this is not the same. I could be trembling, I could be afraid, I could be wallowing, wallowing when you think I've got it made. |
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