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What are you doing here in my nightmare? (In my nightmare)
Stepping back into the stupidness gets me nowhere (Gets me nowhere) Look at you now - You look like an angel in hell Look at you now - Drown in your wishing well Look at you now - All those strories and there's no one to tell Look at you now Do you think you can find a place for your dreams in my nightmares? And you're tied to the tracks but the train broke down Wake me up and let me go (from) somebody I used to know From somewhere in my nightmare. Don't you remember the years we got nowhere? (We got nowhere) Look at you now - You look like an angel in hell Look at you now - Drown in your wishing well Look at you now - All those strories and there's no one to tell Look at you now Do you think you can find a place for your dreams in my nightmares? And you're playing with a different joker, but there's always one more sucker And you're tied to the tracks but the train broke down Trapped at the top of the merry-go-round But it won't let you down. Look at you now - You look like an angel in hell Look at you now - Drown in your wishing well Look at you now - All those strories and there's no one to tell Look at you now Do you think you can find a place for my dreams? |
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| 2. |
| 2:49 |
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Shipwreck sailors searching for some fools gold
They're the local drunken boys Been out drinking all night feeling alright We watch them kill each other in a fight Ship of fools, drunken hearts Making yet another new start Ain't it hard to play that part When you've got a drunken heart I can't change the world by complaining You can't change it with a kiss (Be no?) concentrating contemplating No time to find out what we miss Ship of fools ... |
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| 3. |
| 3:06 |
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The aim of my time is to fill up my mind
And when it gets too full I forget Now if I'm late and I'm making you wait Then there ain't one thing around that's even funny Seein' things clearly and I thank you so dearly Everything's so true to life when you're not living When it's all a drag that's when you give it all the way put it all in bags, just call it charity You just can't go back You just can't go back Everybody's going their own way Each one is gonna make his day It's more than amusement now You're just killing time (Just killing time) You just can't go back (Just killing time) You just can't go back (Just killing time) You just can't go back Fifteen years later caught in time's incinerator Yesterday's worries are today's But the good times are so near just sitting back and drinking beer You know I'm halfway down the road but I know that I still ain't there Seeing things clearly I thank you so dearly Everything's so true to life when you're not living When it's all a drag that's when you give it all the way put it all in bags, just call it charity You just can't go back (Just killing time) You just can't go back Everybody's going their own way Each one is gonna make his day It's more than amusement now You're just killing time |
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| 2:36 |
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Guess I'll be leaving in the morning
By the chill that you gave me I will ride I will tear out my insides just to find a place to hide And I don't want to hurt you anymore You got the dagger but I got the revolver As we rolled and we tumbled to the floor I been ?? is it just these drugs I'm feelin'? And I don't want to lie to you no more ?? ?? till the end A guitar's a man's best friend But these rules were meant to be broken ?? make myself uneasy And I haven't got the guts to make you cry ?? to one thing ?? do something And I don't want to hurt you anymore Now with this advice I will end ?? Some things are meant to be spoken And these rules are meant to be broken |
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| 2:53 |
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Sirens are a-screaming, shots ring out at night
Movie cameras rolling in And there goes my hero with his head between his legs And all this time I believed in him Now, what is the sound of snow falling down On the tombstone in the dead of the night? And who is the hound at the downtown dog pound Who speaks English when the watchman's not in sight? And where will you be in 1993? Still sitting in the same chair Sinning is for sinners and I'm just a beginner But I've never really been touched there Hey ain't it strange how some things never change Ain't it strange how nothing stays the same? You were thinkin' I was distressed about some universe oppressed But I was just depressed about my last pinball game I've learned to accept and not to expect The respect and neglect that I get I've tried not to forget about what hasn't happened yet And on this I place my last bet Hey did you give what you get Did you get what you give? of your ?? Winning is for winners And I know spring follows winter But I've never really been touched there You know it's hard to be nice when hate becomes your vice And you can't find peace anywhere Love's just not for lovers Get off your high horse brother Drop your fist and get out of here |
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| 2:33 |
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Whoaaaaaa! I want blood
Southwest go home I'm desperate to make love Whoaaaaaa! desperate? Southwest go home I'm desperate to make love Whooooaaaa! |
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| 8. |
| 1:47 |
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Stroll away the chains that wrap around me
Wipe the spider webs from my eyes Tumble down the tall walls that surround me I won't need no lies no alibis My new feeling New feeling (x5) Daydreams screams They just don't seem so far away No I'm not possessed by my possessions Lift my head to clear my right to die You're in love with your evangelist investment I don't need an alibi My new feeling New feeling (x5) Daydreams screams They just don't seem so far away My head's like a wrecking ball and you look like a wall Mopping up the tears that fill your eyes This is my life, my right and that's not all I just laughed my head off and cried My new feeling ... |
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| 2:18 |
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Riding into town when the sun goes down
And the natives get restless and the crowd comes round Pacing in place in a backward race While starting my case to another blank face I'm just sitting on the roadside Watching all the cards and the clouds roll by They may pass me by But i need a better reason to cry Growing pain it leaves a stain That's similar but not the same It's down the drain and what remains Maybe you're the one who's a little insane Now everything's lovely if you're ugly What you would, what you should, and what you could be Mr right, spending his life, Stabbing himself with a butter knife I'm just sitting on the roadside Watching all the cards and the clouds roll by They may pass me by But I need a better reason to cry Growing pain's a spinning blade Whirling round you like a razor edged chain It's down the drain and what remains Maybe you're the one who's a little insane Growing pain it leaves a stain That's similar but not the same Its down the drain and what remains Maybe you're the one who can make that change Can't shake hands with boxing gloves With whips and chains you'll never make love |
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| 2:28 |
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You've got eyes but they can't see
What's inside a tv and they never look at me You won't know and you're never claim to show That special feeling inside Oh how time flies when its got nowhere to go Up to the skies and it only goes to show I've waited here for you a long, long time I think i'd better go Long way home (x4) So now you studied the changes Have you lost your way Through all the strangeness And you got no more to say Long way home (x8) |
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| 1:51 |
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Peeping Tom creepin' through the mornin' moonlight (ohh, ohh, ohh)
Like a crazy coyote in the middle of the night (ohh, ohh, ohh) You keep taggin' along 'til it does you wrong Sometimes it takes so long for you to say so long Not for the lone rider Lone rider Woah Huh Ya Black cloud troll wherever he goes (ohh, ohh, ohh) He breaks out in a cold sweat when you get too close Your suitcase is home long may you roam lone rider Ohh, baby's cryin' please come home lone rider The reflections in the water but the water's a mirage It's like a dream machine that never leaves the garage Your boots start walkin', as the story goes People start talkin' and he wrestlessness gows They say he hates people, say he's a queer Never listens but always hears Off into the sunset he disappears Surely the last time to come around here, oh no Ride on Ride on Ride on |
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| 3:35 |
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A sweet scent of discontent rising in the air
You don't get old you just get passive and then you stand and stare Hey nobody's keeping you from stopping Like a bulb without a socket your finger trigger's itching but you forgot to cock it And things didn't turn out the way you thought they would be No you can't take that out on me If you can find a better way then I ain't standing in your way I'm fed up with holding out I called your bluff now let it out You were thinking you were never never never enough it ain't bad luck it's just that you ain't that tough Ain't that tough ain't that tough A graveyard of bottles and a If you're so brave why's a .45 hang from your hips Nobody's keeping you from stopping You're always threatening to kill yourself well why don't you just do it right here, right now I didn't turn out the way you thought I would be No you can't take that out on me I thought I was talking to someone else I guess I was talking to myself I'm fed up with holding out I called your bluff now let it out You were thinking you were never never never enough it ain't bad luck it's just you ain't that tough Last time I saw you you were talking just like me Now you're talking like some hollywood actress, what the hell's that supposed to mean? You ain't that tough you ain't that tough ... |
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| 2:49 |
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