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| 1. |
| 4:13 | 
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Do you pray to someone new
When you're locked up in the rock Is the golden age dead and gone Are the hands stuck on the clock Can you talk to Buddy's bones When you spin a forty five The king ain't dead, he's just asleep Somewhere in the after life And look at them boys in leather jackets Second skin, not fade away Danger girls love leather jackets Play back to back, and that'll be the day Leather jackets, that'll be the day We all need to smell the heat You know that things go better with chrome Is Memphis real or just a song Three thousand miles from home Be a cool jerk, don't work When fashion makes you change Keep the faith, don't waste Another nickel on another name And idolise twisted cars Like taxi cabs and spiders Eternity's just down the road They're looking for more riders |
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| 2. |
| 4:16 |
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You say that all you want are the simple things
Long walks on lonely beaches, guitars with nylon strings But underneath you'd rather leap through a hoop of fire You shy away from lips that want, that want to kiss you Tongue-tied on formal evenings, wealth don't impress you But if you ask me you like the heat in a hoop of fire And it's hard to read just how you feel or what your dreams desire Your pulse that races when I'm close reads like a hoop of fire Your pulse that races when I'm close reads like a hoop of fire No late nights making love in secret places You feel pressure all around you, mistrust in strangers faces But don't pretend you wouldn't spend some time in a hoop of fire But don't pretend you wouldn't spend some time in a hoop of fire |
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| 3. |
| 5:00 |
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She's a real ball-buster, don't trust her,
She's in a most peculiar phase. You can rear end her, oh, it'll send her. She wants you, she'll have you her own way. Don't untie her, don't defy her, 'Cause she'll bring you down to your knees. You can beat her but don't mistreat her, Oh, don't believe that woman please. Don't trust that woman, Don't trust that woman, boys, 'Cause she'll burn you, Turn you into little toys. Don't trust that woman, Don't trust that woman, boys, 'Cause she'll hurt you, And turn you into little toys. Don't trust that woman, boys. She's a man-eater, oh, don't you cheat her; She'll cut you, just to watch you bleed. A woman half crazy, oh, then again lazy, With an appetite to feed. She's a liar, oh, you can't buy her, 'Cause she'll bring you down to your knees. Don't untie her, don't defy her, Oh, don't believe that woman please. Mean sister, tongue-twister, She takes it easy, but she makes it hard. Soul sister, two-fister, She takes it easy, but she makes it hard. |
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| 4. |
| 4:30 |
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It's so hard to say goodbye
When there's nothing left to give When this house is just a hill of bones Where you and I once lived If we put it back together By the skin of our teeth You'd still pull it all apart Bit by bit, piece by piece And I'll go it alone Call this house my home Build it up again with someone new Build it brick by brick Till I find a girl that fits This home's a whole lot better without you There's no passion alive When you count your phony schemes And the cars you drive to buy your friends They don't ever come back clean If the cards on the table Always turn up spades The cards that always cheat the hearts The spades you play just dug my grave |
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| 5. |
| 4:46 |
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You win again, you gypsy heart
I count the days that we're apart I sleep alone when you're away No sense in saying I wish you'd stay It's all the same, you never change You come and go just like the rain I pray each day that you are gone This time it won't be so long Your gypsy heart will never find Any arms as warm as mine And gypsy, when we meet again I'll play my part and wrap you up inside my arms Oh, you gypsy heart Your gypsy heart can always call When your back's against the wall And darling, then I'll just pretend right from the start You never left me on my own Oh, you gypsy heart I pray each day that you are gone This time, oh, it won't be so long Your gypsy heart will never find Any arms as warm as mine And gypsy, when we meet again I'll play my part and wrap you up inside my arms Oh, you gypsy heart Your gypsy heart can always call When your back's against the wall And darling, then I'll just pretend right from the start You never left me on my own Oh, you gypsy heart Your gypsy heart will never find Any arms as warm as mine And gypsy, when we meet again I'll play my part and wrap you up inside my arms Oh, you gypsy heart Your gypsy heart can always call When your back's against the wall And darling, then I'll just pretend right from the start You never left me on my own Oh, you gypsy heart |
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| 3:08 | 
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| 7. |
| 4:17 |
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Well I'm running away
From this house on the hill There's a devil inside Sitting on the window sill And it's a wild Friday night And I'm all on my own I knocked on every door in town There ain't one little girl that's home And everybody's got a date And the ones that ain't are tired What the hell do you do on a weekend honey When your heart's on fire And you can go from Tokyo to Rome Looking for a girl But it looks to me like the weekend means Heartache all over the world Girls, girls, girls Have pity on me Oh it looks to me like the weekend means Heartache, heartache all over the world He's got lipstick on his collar She's got fishnets on her legs I'm at home and I've got nothing Just a cold and aching head There must be something dirty Just blame it on the magazines Don't read that trash it'll drive you crazy 'Cause the cops invade your dreams And everybody's got a date And the one's that ain't are tired What the hell do you do on a weekend honey When your heart's on fire |
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| 8. |
| 3:55 |
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Well I'm work shy, I'm wild-eyed
So shut that door when the baby cries And keep me well fed, give me warm bread Lay my body on a feather bed And spoil me, Angeline Get to work when the whistle screams, Angeline Maybe someday, some way Somewhere in the future there's more pay Give me more cash, bring me sour mash Peel me a grape and fetch my stash And bite me, Angeline Let me use you like a sex machine, Angeline You've got to swing that hammer, punch that card Angeline I love you when you work so hard Swing that hammer and sew my jeans Angeline just loves it when I treat her mean Well I talk tough, I act rough Lay still honey I can't get enough And keep your nose clean, let me be On your knees when you speak to me And trust me, Angeline And talk real dirty and I'll make you scream Angeline |
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| 9. |
| 4:09 |
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Here am I, standing by
To see if you still love me Why conceal, you still feel The need to push and shove me Take love for better, take love for worse But never ever take love for granted Make love and promise it will always be More than just a memory of Love will grow, it comes and goes Emotions can deceive you Well this I vow, here and now My love will never never never leave you Take love for better, take love for worse But never ever take love for granted Make love and promise it will always be Ours for all eternity Promise it will always be More than just a memory of love |
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| 10. |
| 4:00 |
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Nobody left in the airport lounge
They cleaned the ashtrays TV's just wound down I've got to wait till morning I've got to last the night I've only got one book To see me through my flight But when I get to Paris We'll paint all our portraits In brush-strokes of yellow And christen the canvas The left bank is crying For colour to crown it Like the roof of a palace We'll drink in the amber When I get to Paris You were the best of Montmartre Street life You signed the tablecloth Art has its price It's so hard to hold on To the ghost of your breed It takes ambition To call the colours you need I've got to wait till morning I've got to last the night I've only got one book To see me through the flight |
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| 11. |
| 4:02 |
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Without you I no longer swim upstream
Where are you when I try to fill the spaces in between The red letter days and all the pain And while I remain shipwrecked everything has changed And I fall apart With this threat of indecision Hanging in my heart This house can get so lonely When the day grows dark And it seems to be the night time When I fall apart Can't you tell the shadows no longer comfort me I don't feel the need to cling to anyone I see This fool's suffered gladly each and every day I don't wish to reconsider, I wish they'd stay away I've no care to count the stares that pity me I'll wash your hurt away just you wait and see For every rose you give her I'll give her three But in the meantime I'll just wish that she was me |
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