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| 3:44 | 
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Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do It's the wrong kind of place To be thinking of you It's the wrong time For somebody new It's a small crime And I've got no excuse and Is that alright Give my gun away when it's loaded Is that alright If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it Is that alright Give my gun away when it's loaded Is that alright with you Leave me out with the waste This is not what I do It's the wrong kind of place To be cheating on you It's the wrong time She's pulling me through It's a small crime And I've got no excuse and Is that alright I give my gun away when it's loaded Is that alright If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it Is that alright I give my gun away when it's loaded is that alright Is that alright with you Is that alright I give my gun away when it's loaded Is that alright If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it Is that alright If I give my gun away when it's loaded Is that alright Is that alright with you Is that alright I give my gun away when it's loaded If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it I give my gun away when it's loaded Is that alright with you no |
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| 2. |
| 5:41 |
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Woke up and for the first time the animals were gone
It's left this house empty now, not sure if I belong Yesterday you asked me to write you a pleasant song I'll do my best now, but you've been gone for so long The window's open now and the winter settles in We'll call it Christmas when the adverts begin I love your depression and I love your double chin I love most everything that you bring to this offering Oh I know that I left you in places of despair Oh I know that I love you, so please throw down your hair At night I trip without you, and hope I don't wake up 'Cause waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup Woke up and for the first time the animals were gone Our clocks are ticking now so before our time is gone We could get a house and some boxes on the lawn We could make babies and accidental songs I know I've been a liar and I know I've been a fool I hope we didn't break yet, but I'm glad we broke the rules My cave is deep now, yet your light is shining through I cover my eyes, still all I see is you Oh I know that I left you in places of despair Oh I know that I love you, so please throw down your hair At night I trip without you, and hope I don't wake up 'Cause waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup |
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| 3. |
| 5:57 |
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This has got to die
This has got to stop This has got to lie down Someone else on top You can keep me pinned It's easier to tease But you can't paint an elephant Quite as good as she And she may cry like a baby And she may drive me Crazy 'Cause I am lately lonely So why d'you have to lie? I take it I'm your crutch The pillow in your pillow case It's easier to touch And when you think you've sinned Do you fall upon your knees? And do you sit within your picture? Do you still forget the breeze? And she may rise, if I sing you down And she may wisely cling to the ground Cause I'm lately horny So why would she take me horny? What's the point of this song? Or even singing? You've already gone, why am I clinging? Well I could throw it out, and I could live without And I could do it all for you I could be strong Tell me if you want me to lie 'Cause this has got to die This has got to stop This has got to lie down, down With someone else on top You can both keep me pinned 'Cause it's easier to tease But you can't make me happy Quite as good as me Well you know that's a lie |
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| 4. |
| 4:23 |
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What I want from you is empty your head
They say be true, don't stay in your bed We do what we need to be free And it leans on me like a rootless tree What I want from us is empty our minds We fake the thoughts, and fracture the times We go blind when we've needed to see And this leans on me, like a rootless... Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you And all we've been through I said leave it, leave it, leave it There's nothing in you And did you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so good That you just let me out, let me out, let me out Of this hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out Hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out What I want from this Is learn to let go No not of you Of all that's been told Killers re-invent and believe And this leans on me, like a rootless... Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you And all we've been through I said leave it, leave it, leave it There's nothing in you And did you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so good That you just let me out, let me out, let me out Of this hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out Of this hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out Hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out Hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out Let me out, let me out, let me out Fuck you, fuck you, love you And all we've been through I said leave it, leave it, leave it It's nothing in you And did you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so good That you just let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out Let me out, let me out, let me out Let me out, let me out, let me out Hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out Hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out Hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out Hell when you're around |
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| 5. |
| 4:11 |
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She lives with an orange tree
The girl that does yoga She picks the dead ones from the ground When we come over And she gives I get Without giving anything to me Like a morning sun Like a morning Like a morning sun Good good morning sun The girl that does yoga When we come over Girl that does yoga He lives in a little house On the side of a little hill Picks the litter from the ground Litter little brother spills He gives I get Without giving anything to me And the dogs they run And the dogs they And the dogs they run In the good good morning sun Side of a little hill Litter little brother spills Side of a little hill Oh and she's always dressed in white She's like an angel, man She burns my eyes Oh and she turns She pulls a smile We drive her round And she drives us wild Oh and she moves like a little girl I become a child, man She moves my world And she gets splashed in rain And turns away and leaves me standing She lives with an orange tree The girl that does yoga Got a wolf to keep her warm When he comes over She gives He gets Without giving anything to see And the day it ends And the day it And the day it ends And there's no need for me The girls that does yoga When we come over The girls that does yoga |
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| 6. |
| 3:45 |
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You can hold her hand
And show her how you cry Explain to her your weakness So she understands And then roll over and die You can brave decisions Before you crumble up inside Spend your time asking everyone else's permission Then run away and hide Or you can sit on chimneys Put some fire up your ass No need to know what you're doing or waiting for But if anyone should ask Tell them I've been licking coconut skins And we've been hanging out Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins And relieve us our doubt La la la la la la la... Oh you can hold her eggs But your basket has a hole You can lie between her legs and go looking for Tell her you're searching for her soul You can wait for ages Watch your compost turn to coal Time is contagious Everybody's getting old So you can sit on chimneys Put some fire up your ass No need to know what you're doing or looking for But if anyone should ask Tell them I've been cooking coconut skins And we've been hanging out Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins And relieve us our doubt La la la la la la la... |
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| 7. |
| 5:58 |
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My drum, my drum, my drum
Gonna make ya My drum, my drum, my drum Gonna make ya come My book, my book, my book Gonna make ya My book, my book, my book Gonna make ya look My hand, my hand, my hand My hand going under My hand, my hand, my hand My hand going understand My fall, my fall My fall gonna break ya My fall, my fall My fall gonna break your wall I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad Like a big dog I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad Like a big dog, yeah 'Cause my god, my god, my god Gave me a rod My god, my god, my god Gave me a rod For Fishing, fishing, fishing Fishing, fishing, fishing yeah My drum, my drum, my drum Gonna make ya My drum, my drum, my drum Gonna make ya come My book, my book, my book Gonna make ya My book, my book, my book Gonna make ya look My hand, my hand, my hand My hand going under My hand, my hand, my hand My hand going understand My fall, my fall My fall gonna break ya My fall, my fall My fall gonna break your wall I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad Like a big dog I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad Like a big dog, yeah 'Cause my god, my god, my god Gave me a rod My god, my god, my god Gave me a rod For Fishing, fishing, fishing Fishing, fishing, fishing, yeah Won't you beat my, Won't you beat my, Won't you beat my, Won't you beat my... Won't you read my, Won't you read my, Won't you read my, Won't you read my book... Fishing, fishing, fishing Fishing, fishing, fishing, yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah |
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| 8. |
| 5:44 |
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Well I've been here before
Sat on the floor in a grey grey room Where I stay in all day I don't eat, but I play with this grey grey food Desole, if someone is prayin' then I might break out Desole, even if I scream I can't scream that loud I'm all alone again Crawling back home again Stuck by the phone again Well I've been here before Sat on a floor in a grey grey mood Where I stay up all night And all that I write is a grey grey tune So pray for me child, just for a while That I might break out yeah Pray for me child Even a smile would do for now 'Cause I'm all alone again Crawling back home again Stuck by the phone again Have I still got you to be my open door Have I still got you to be my sandy shore Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm Have I still got you to keep me warm If I squeeze my grape and I drink my wine Coz if I squeeze my grape and I drink my wine Oh coz nothing is lost, it's just frozen in frost And it's opening time, there's no-one in line But I've still got me to be your open door I've still got me to be your sandy shore I've still got me to cross your bridge in this storm And I've still got me to keep you warm Warmer than warm, yeah Warmer than warm, yeah Warmer than warm, yeah Warmer than warm, yeah |
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| 9. |
| 6:34 |
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Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place And we ignored our others, happy plans For that delicate look upon your face Our bodies moved and hardened Hurting parts of your garden With no room for a pardon In a place where no one knows what we have done Do you come Together ever with him? And is he dark enough? Enough to see your light? And do you brush your teeth before you kiss? Do you miss my smell? And is he bold enough to take you on? Do you feel like you belong? And does he drive you wild? Or just mildly free? What about me? Well you held me like a lover Sweaty hands And my foot in the appropriate place And we use cushions to cover Happy glands In the mild issue of our disgrace Our minds pressed and guarded While our flesh disregarded The lack of space for the light-hearted In the boom that beats our drum Well I know I make you cry And I know sometimes you wanna die But do you really feel alive without me? If so, be free If not, leave him for me Before one of us has accidental babies For we are in love Do you come Together ever with him? Is he dark enough? Enough to see your light? Do you brush your teeth before you kiss? Do you miss my smell? And is he bold enough to take you on? Do you feel like you belong? And does he drive you wild? Or just mildly free? What about me? What about me? |
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| 10. |
| 21:55 |
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Sleep, don't weep, my sweet love
Your face is all wet and your day was rough So do what you must do to find yourself Wear another shoe, paint my shelves Those times that I was broke, and you stood strong I think I found a place where I... Sleep, don't weep, my sweet love Your face it's all wet 'cause our days were rough So do what you must do to fill that hole Wear another shoe to comfort the soul Those times that I was broke, and you stood strong I think I found a place where I feel I will... Sleep, don't weep, my sweet love My face it's all wet 'cause my day was rough So do what you must do to find yourself Wear another shoe, paint my shelves Those times that I was broke, and you stood strong I hope I find a place where I feel I belong Sleep, don't weep, my sweet love My face is all wet 'cause my day was rough |
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