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| 1. |
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Well I must have been stoned when this whole started,
'Cause I just can't seem to think straight anymore. Can't figure out where I'm at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico. I think you're swell but I ain't gonna tell you so. I think you're great but it's late and I'd better go. Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg. Well I'm flat broke, I've been smoking butts for days. You say, |
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| 2. |
| 3:15 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:44 |
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When I first met Doreen
She was barely seventeen She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar The way she tossed 'em back I would've had a heart attack But as it is I let her drive my car We galloped through the boroughs Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds Until I said, "Stop the car, Doreen" Well, you can roll your eyes and nod But I swear that I saw God in the moonlight On a side street in the wreckage we call Queens Doreen, Doreen, last night, I had an awful dream You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen Come clean, Doreen, come clean, Doreen Well, I'm pulling into Cleveland In a seven-seater tour van There's eight of us, so I'm sleeping on the floor The guy that plays the banjo Keeps on handing me the old crow Which multiplies my sorrow, I can't take it anymore Doreen, Doreen, last night, I had an awful dream You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen Come clean Doreen, come clean, Doreen Now I'm begging and I'm pleading "Well pull over guys, I'm bleeding There's a fina off the highway with a phone" I'm calling you, Doreen But it rings and rings and rings Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home Doreen, Doreen, last night, I had an awful dream You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen Come clean, Doreen, come clean, Doreen |
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| 4. |
| 3:51 |
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| 5. |
| 3:09 |
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I got a time bomb, in my mind, Mom
I hear it ticking but I don't know why I call the police but they don't like me I hear 'em whispering when I walk by I got a land mine in my bloodline I'm not immune to getting blown apart She's like a claymore, that's what she's there for She's waiting 'round here to get blown apart Having her on my brain's like getting hit by a train She's gonna kill me, oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste Oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste I got a time bomb, in my mind, Mom It's gonna go off but I don't know when I need a doctor to extract her I got a feeling she'd get right back in again I got a time bomb, in my mind, Mom I got it badly for a stick-legged girl She's gonna kill me and I don't mean softly I got it badly for a stick-legged girl Having her on my brain's, getting hit by a train She's gonna kill me, oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste Oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste Oh, Celeste |
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| 6. |
| 3:50 |
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Eighteen-hundred miles from this old niteclub
A girl is turning twenty-two today How am I supposed to entertain you? My fingertips are worthless when my mind's so far away Eighteen hundred miles from Manhattan The niteclub yawns and opens up its doors Thank God that I don't have to pay the cover Every night I'm broker than I was the night before This old niteclub stole my youth Yeah this old niteclub stole my true love It follows me around from town to town I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down Yeah I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down [Incomprehensible] Telephones make strangers out of lovers Whiskey makes the strangers all look good Well my angel of the morning is in mourning My life was misspent, don't let me be misunderstood And this old niteclub stole my youth Yeah this old niteclub stole my true love It follows me around from town to town I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down Yeah I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down Yeah I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down |
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| 7. |
| 3:21 |
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I got a four leaf clover
It ain't done one single lick of good I'm still a drunk, I'm still a loser Living in a lousy neighborhood I got a real live horseshoe And I hung it upside-down above my door But it don't do nothing to attract you So I don't know what the hell it's for Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go for I got a four leaf clover, I ain't got no hope of getting you I got a lucky silver dollar My granddad gave it to me now he's dead Times like this I wish that I could join him Might just stop this pounding in my head Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go for I got a four leaf clover, I ain't got no hope of getting you I ain't got no hope of getting you, I ain't got no hope of getting you, yeah |
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| 8. |
| 4:58 |
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| 9. |
| 3:27 |
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What remains of the day remains to be seen
By the TV that we never turn on Each other's enough I never had it so rough Ever since I been gone White noise swells in my head Making me worry it's the summertime But it's the dead of the fall It's the dead of the night hell yes I mind I would give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I couldn't drink enough to make this make sense But I think I'm gonna give it a try There's no settling down There's only driving downstate so I drive I would give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged |
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| 10. |
| 4:08 |
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It was a lonely holiday
I was alone, you were away In Fayetteville or in another state There's so many towns I hate When you leave me, it breaks me like a bone But it's never as bad as when you come home I've thought so much about suicide Parts of me have already died Lonely, baby I'm not lonely Baby I'm not, I've got my imaginary friends Happy, baby I'm so happy Baby I'm so, I've got my imaginary friends And if you don't love me, would you please pretend? It was a lonely holiday I was alone, I was afraid The bedroom walls were closing in It must be closing time again When you leave me, it breaks me like the note That you said got stuck in your throat I've thought so much about suicide Parts of me have already died Lonely, baby I'm not lonely Baby I'm not, I've got my imaginary friends Happy, baby I'm so happy Baby I'm so, I've got my imaginary friends And if you don't love me, would you please pretend? Lonely, baby I'm not lonely Baby I'm not, I've got my imaginary friends Happy, baby I'm so happy Baby I'm so, I've got my imaginary friends And if you don't love me, would you please pretend? And if you don't love me, would you please pretend? |
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| 11. |
| 3:41 |
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And the hole in the screen is barely big enough for you
And not near enough for me to go And the whole damn complicated Situation could've been avoided if I'd only shut the window And I may be leavin' myself open To a murder or a heart attack But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come back, 'til you come back And I may be movin' myself closer To a real untimely end But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come home again, you come home again And I told the neighbors, I put pictures up And handed out some flyers at the show And the whole town speculating Situations could've been avoided if I'd only shut the window And I may be leavin' myself open To a murder or a heart attack But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come back, 'til you come back And I may be movin' myself closer To a real untimely end But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come home again, you come home again 'Til you come home again And I may be leavin' myself open To a murder or a heart attack But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come back, 'til you come back And I may be movin' myself closer To a real untimely end But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come home again, you come home again 'Til you come home again, 'til you come home |
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| 12. |
| 3:08 |
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Heartbreak, old friend, goodbye it's me again
Of late, I've had some thought of movin' in Of all the many ways a man will lose his home Well, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on True love, I knew thought some of leavin' you Bad thoughts I had, when valentines were due Of all the many ways a man will break his heart Well there ain't none meaner than he pulls his own apart Valentine, the destroyer, valentine, you belong In the stars, where you are, always rollin' on Cried, I've cried till I couldn't carry on It's a lonely, lonely feelin' when your valentine was wrong It's a lonely, lonely feelin' when your valentine was wrong Heartbreak, old friend, goodbye it's me again Of late, I've had some thought of movin' in Of all the many ways a man will lose his home Well, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on Valentine, the destroyer, valentine, you belong In the stars, where you are, always rollin' on Cried, I've cried till I couldn't carry on It's a lonely, lonely feelin' when your valentine was wrong It's a lonely, lonely feelin' when your valentine was wrong Of all the many things that you were countin' on Well, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on No, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on No, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on |
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| 13. |
| 3:25 |
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| 14. |
| 2:52 |
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I was in a real bad way
When you turned the power on And you made me feel for all the world Like I was the king of all the world I was on a window ledge When you came upon me there Everything was upside for the moment Right around the time I had to get going Can't count me out Cause I've got your number You make me feel like I'm The king of all of the world King of all of the world The king of all of the world Now I'm on my way up north All its gonna do is rain And I'm gonna want to go back to the world Where I was the king of all of the world Can't count me out Cause I've got your number You make me feel like I'm The king of all of the world King of all of the world The king of all of the world I was in a real bad way When you turned the power on And you made me feel so right at home I wonder if I'm ever gonna get back home Can't count me out Cause I've got your number You make me feel like I'm The king of all of the world King of all of the world The king of all of the world If I wander out Of a picture window |
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| 15. |
| 2:15 |
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She woke from a dream
Her head was on fire Why was he so nervous? He took her to the park She crossed her arms And lowered her eyelids Someday, somebody's gonna ask you A question that you should say |
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| 3:52 |
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Roller skate skinny and the terrible twos
How can you have everything and nothing to lose You and nobody see eye to eye You're gonna wake up with a ghost instead of a guy Bulletin board on the wall of a church Soaking up the city from a top-step perch You're gonna break down on a midnight date Gonna curse this town, you're gonna run late You're pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny Pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny Do you want to meet up at the Pickwood Bowl We could knock nine down and leave one in the hole Wouldn't be here if the Athenia hadn't sunk Or if Dear ol Dad hadn't got so drunk Every other day is a kick in the shins Every other day it's like the day just wins But you make it all right, you make it OK You make me sorta glad that I waited till today You're pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny Pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny (guitar break) Roller-skate skinny and the terrible twos Two years in and it's time to choose Love feels good when it sits right down, puts its feet up on the table it Sends a bowl around Ain't nobody gonna see eye to eye With a girl who's only gonna stand collarbone high Rain's gonna come in fair-sized drips And we're gonna go to heaven wearing paper-hat ships You're pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny Pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny I believe in love, but it don't believe in.... I believe in love, but it don't believe in me I believe in love, but it don't believe in me (repeat) |
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| 3:47 |
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Empty bottle was half empty, tide was low, and I was thirsty
I saw her sitting at the bar, well you know how some girls are Always making eyes, well she wasn't making eyes So I sidled up beside her, settled down and shouted, "Hi there" My name's Stewart Ransom Miller, I'm a serial lady-killer" She said, "I'm already dead," that's exactly what she said So we tripped the lights fantastic, we was both made of elastic Midnight came and midnight went and I though I was the President She said, "Do you have a car?" and I said, "Do I have a car?" What's so great about the Barrier Reef? What's so fine about art? What's so good about a Good Times Van When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man, yeah My heart wasn't in it, not for one single minute Oh then I went through the motions with her Her on top, and me on liquor, didn't do no good, well I didn't think it would What's so great about the Barrier Reef? What's so fine about art? What's so good about a Good Times Van When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man? When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man? When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man? |
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| 18. |
| 3:28 |
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