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| 1. |
| 3:46 | 
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Regina Spektor - Fidelity *
(Shake it up) I never loved nobody fully Always one foot on the ground And by protecting my heart truly I got lost in the sounds I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind all these words I hear in my mind all this music And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart It breaks my heart And suppose I never met you Suppose we never fell in love Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft Suppose I never ever saw you Suppose we never ever called Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall Just to break my fall Just to break my fall Break my fall Break my fall All my friends say that of course its gonna get better Gonna get better Better better better better Better better better I never love nobody fully Always one foot on the ground And by protecting by heart truly I got lost In the sounds I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind all these words I hear in my mind All this music And it breaks my heart It breaks my heart Breaks my Heart Breaks my heart |
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| 2. |
| 3:23 |
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If I kiss you where it's sore
If I kiss you where it's sore Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all Born like sisters to this world In a town where blood ties are only blood If you never say your name out loud to anyone They can never ever call you by it If I kiss you where it's sore If I kiss you where it's sore Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all You're getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder And I don't understand, and I don't understand But if I kiss you where it's sore If I kiss you where it's sore Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all Anything at all Will you feel anything at all Anything at all Will you feel anything at all Anything at all... |
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| 3. |
| 3:10 |
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You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth I have to go, I have to go Your hair was long when we first met Samson went back to bed Not much hair left on his head He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us The bible didn't mention us, not even once You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first, I loved you first Beneath the stars came falling on our heads But there just soft light, there just soft light Your hair was long when we first met Samson came to my bed Told me that my hair was red He told me I was beautiful and came into my bed Oh I cut his hair myself one night A pair of dull scissors and the yellow light And he told me that I'd done alright and kissed me till the morning light, the morning light and he kissed me till the morning light Samson came back to bed Not much hair left on his head Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one And history books forgot about us And the bible didn't mention us, not even once You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first |
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| 4. |
| 3:21 |
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This is how it works
It feels a little worse Than when we drove our hearse Right through that screaming crowd While laughing up a storm Until we were just bone Until it got so warm That none of us could sleep And all the styrofoam Began to melt away We tried to find some words To aid in the decay But none of them were home Inside their catacomb A million ancient bees Began to sting our knees While we were on our knees Praying that disease Would leave the ones we love And never come again On the radio We heard November Rain That solo's really long But it's a pretty song We listened to it twice 'Cause the DJ was asleep This is how it works You're young until you're not You love until you don't You try until you can't You laugh until you cry You cry until you laugh And everyone must breathe Until their dying breath No, this is how it works You peer inside yourself You take the things you like And try to love the things you took And then you take that love you made And stick it into some Someone else's heart Pumping someone else's blood And walking arm in arm You hope it don't get harmed But even if it does You'll just do it all again And on the radio You hear November Rain That solo's awful long But it's a good refrain You listen to it twice 'Cause the DJ is asleep On the radio (oh oh oh) On the radio On the radio - uh oh |
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| 5. |
| 5:19 |
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I wish I'd see a field below
I wish I'd hear a rooster crow But there are none who live downtown And so the day starts out so slow Again the sun was never called And darkness spreads over the snow Like ancient bruises I'm awake and feel the ache But I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd see your face below I wish I'd hear you whispering low But you don't live downtown no more And everything must come and go Again the sun was never called And darkness spreads over the snow Like ancient bruises I'm awake and feel the ache I'm awake and feel the ache But I wish I'd see a field below But I wish I'd see a field below I'm awake and feel the ache But I wish I'd see a field below I'm awake and feel the ache But I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd see a field below |
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| 6. |
| 3:29 |
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Come in, come in
Come into my world I've got to show Show, show you Come into my bed I've got to know Know, know you [Chorus] I have dreams of Orca whales and owls But I wake up in fear You will never be my... You will never be my fool Will never be my fool Floaters in my eyes Wake up in a hotel room Cigarettes and lies I am a child; it's too soon [Chorus] A little bag of cocaine A little bag of cocaine So who's the girl wearing my dress? I figured out her number Inside a paper napkin But I don't know her address; I wade downstairs The porter smiles to me a smile I've bought With a couple of gold coins A sign that I've been caught I have dreams of Orca whales and owls But I wake up in fear You will never be my... You will never be my dear Will never be my dear, dear friend Dear, dear friend, dear, dear friend A little bag of cocaine A little bag of cocaine So who's the girl wearing my dress? I figured out her number Inside a paper napkin But I don't know her address Come in, come in Come into my world I've got to show Show, show you Come into my bed I've got to know Know, know you I have dreams of Orca whales and owls But I wake up in fear You will never be my... You will never be my dear Will never be my dear, dear friend Dear, dear friend, dear, dear friend |
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I (uh) must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours I (uh) must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood I (uh) must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I (uh) must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood Fevrale dostat chernil I plakat Pisat O Fevrale navsnryd Poka grohochushaya slyakot Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood I (uh) must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I (are) must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice I (uh) must go on stan-stan-ding-dong You can't, can't break that, that Which isn't, isn't yours, yours Which isn't, isn't yours, yours I'm not, not my own, own It's not, not my choice, choice |
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| 8. |
| 3:30 |
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He's a wounded animal
He lives in a matchbox He's a wounded animal And he's been coming around here He's a dying breed He's a dying breed His daughter is twenty years of snow falling She's twenty years of strangers looking into each other's eyes She's twenty years of clean She never truly hated anyone or anything She's a dying breed She's a dying breed She says I'd prefer the moss I'd prefer the mouth A baby of the swamps A baby of the south I'm twenty years of clean And I never truly hated anyone or anything Twenty years of clean Twenty years of clean But I got to get me out of here This place is full of dirty old men And the navigators with their mappy maps And moldy heads and pissing on sugar cubes But I got to get me out of here This place is full of dirty old men And the navigators with their mappy maps And moldy heads and pissing on sugar cubes While you stare at your boots And the words float out like holograms And the words float out like holograms And the words float out like holograms They say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz Feel the waltz, feel the waltz Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz |
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| 9. |
| 2:38 |
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Do you remember the time when I found a human tooth down on Delancey?
Hey, remember that time we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth? Hey, remember that time when my favorite colors were pink and green? Hey, remember that month when I only ate boxes of tangerines? So cheap and juicy Hey, remember that time when I would only read Shakespeare? Hey, remember that other time when I would only read the backs of cereal boxes? Hey, remember that time I tried to save a pigeon with a broken wing? A street cat got him by morning, and I had to bury pieces of his body in my building's playground I thought I was going to be sick Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Parliaments? Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Marlboros? Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Camels? Hey, remember that time when I was broke? I didn't care; I just bummed from my friends Bum... Hey, remember that time when you OD'ed? Hey, remember that other time when you OD'ed for the second time? Well, in the waiting room while waiting for news of you I hallucinated I could read your mind And I was on a lot of shit too, but what I saw, man, I tell you it was freaky |
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| 10. |
| 4:51 |
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White lines on your mind
Keep it steady You were never ready for the lies White lines on your mind Keep it steady You were never ready for the lies You don't have no doctor Robert You don't have no uncle Albert You don't even have good credit You can write, but you can't edit You don't have no doctor Robert You don't have no uncle Albert You don't even have good credit You can write, but you can't edit Edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit White lines on your mind Keep it steady You were never ready for the lies You don't have no doctor Robert You don't have no uncle Albert You don't even have good credit You can write, but you can't edit Edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit |
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| 11. |
| 4:42 |
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Lady sing the blues so well
As if she mean it As if it's hell down here In the smoke-filled world Where the jokes are cold, they don't laugh at jokes They laugh at tragedies Corner street societies But they believe her They never leave her while she sings She make them feel safe She says, 'I can sing this song so blue That you will cry in spite of you Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder And I have walked these streets so long There ain't nothin' right, there ain't nothin' wrong But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder.' Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regrets Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree Says, 'I am free;' sings so soft as if she'll break Says, 'I can sing this song so blue That you will cry in spite of you Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder And I have walked these streets so long There ain't nothin' right, nothin' wrong But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder But on this stage I've learned to fly Learned to sing and learned to cry Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder But now it's time to say goodbye Some might laugh, but I will surely cry Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder.' Lady lights a cigarette Puffs away And winter comes And she Forgets |
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| 12. |
| 3:50 |
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Summer in the city
Means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage And I started miss you, baby, sometimes I've been staying up drinking In the late night establishments Telling strangers personal things Summer in the city I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely So I went to a protest Just to rub up against strangers And I did feel like coming But I also felt like crying And it doesn't seem so worth it right now And the castrated ones stand in the corner smoking They want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise At the sight of a beautiful woman They feel nothing But anger Her skin makes them sick in the night Nauseous, nauseous, nauseous Summer in the city I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely I've been hallucinating you, babe At the backs of other women And I tap 'em on the shoulder And they turn around smiling but There's no recognition in their eyes Oh, summer in the city! Means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage Don't get me wrong, dear In general I'm doing quite fine It's just when it's summer in the city And you are so long gone from the city I start to miss you, baby, sometimes When it's summer in the city And you are so long gone from the city I start to miss you, baby, sometimes Oh, I start to miss you, baby, sometimes |
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