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Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again Where? I dont know Maria says shes dying through the door I hear her crying Why? I dont know Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said shed like to meet a boy who looks like elvis She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like shes walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house Takes her clothes off Says shes close to understanding jesus She knows shes more than just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when shes nervous Round here were carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice like lambs Round here shes slipping through my hands Sleeping children better run like the wind Out of the lightning dream Mamas little baby better get herself in Out of the lightning She says its only in my head She says shhh I know its only in my head But the girl on car in the parking lot says man you should try to take a shot Cant you see my walls are crumbling? Then she looks up at the building and says shes thinking of jumping She says shes tired of life she must be tired of something Round here shes always on my mind Round here hey man got lots of time Round here were never sent to bed early And nobody makes us wait Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late I cant see nothing, nothing round here Catch me if Im falling |
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| 3:48 |
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HAVE YOU SEEN ME LATELY Have you seen me lately Get away from me Get away from me, this isnt gonna be easy But I dont need you Believe me You got a piece of me But its just a little piece of me And I dont need anyone And these days I feel like Im fading away Like sometimes when I hear myself on the radio Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change Somewhere out in america, its raining Could you tell me one thing you remember about me And have you seen me lately? I remember me And all the little things that make up a memory Like she said she loved to watch me sleep Like she said: Its the breathing, its the breathing in and out and in and... Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change Somewhere out in america its raining Could you tell me one thing you remember about me And have you seen me lately? I guess I thought that someone would notice I guess I thought somebody would say something If I was missing Cant you see me? Come on color me in Come on color me in Give me your blue rain Give me your black sky Give me your green eyes Come on give me your white skin Come on give me your white skin Come on give me your white skin I was out on the radio starting to change Somewhere out in america, its raining Could you tell me one thing you remember about me And have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately |
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| 3:58 |
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Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand,
Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? I guess there might not be too many, Who would stand beside you now, Where'd you come from? Where am I going? Why'd you leave me 'til I'm only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. Every night these silhouettes appear above my head, Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper, Every time I fall asleep, every time I dream, Did you come? Would you lie? Why'd you leave us 'til we're only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed, Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book, And suck my blood, break my nerve, offer me their arms, Well I will not be an enemy of anything, I'll only stand here. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, take me away, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone. |
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| 3:53 |
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All of the sudden she disappears,
Just yesterday she was here, Somebody tell me if I am sleeping, Someone should be with me here, 'Cause I don't wanna be alone. I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand, And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult, What a big baby, won't somebody save me please, You won't find nobody home. All of these quiet battered voices, Wait for the hunger to come, We got little revolvers and stupid choices, And no one to say when we're done, Well I don't wanna bring you down. I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes, 'Cause I know there's little things about me, That would sing in the silence of, So much rejection in every connection I make, Can't find nobody home. I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes, 'Cause I know there's little things about me, That would sing in the silence of, So much rejection in every connection I make, I wanna be the last thing that you hear when you're falling asleep. I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand, And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult, What a big baby, won't somebody save me please, I can't find nobody home. |
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| 5. |
| 5:17 |
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Sha la la la la la la, hmm, uh huh,
I was down at the New Amsterdam, Staring at this yellow-haired girl, Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation, With a black-haired flamenco dancer, You know she dances while his father plays guitar, So she's suddenly beautiful, And we all want something beautiful, Man I wish I was beautiful. So come dance this silence down through the mornin' Sha la la la la la la la yeah, uh huh yeah, Curl up, Maria! Show me some of that Spanish dancin' And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones. Believe in me, help me believe in anything, 'Cause I, I wanna be someone who believes, yeah. Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales, And we stare at the beautiful women, "She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me." Smiling in the bright lights, coming through in stereo, When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely. Well, I'm gonna paint my picture, Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray, All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful, Yeah, well you know gray is my favorite color, I felt so symbolic yesterday, if I knew Picasso, I would buy myself a gray guitar and play. Mr. Jones and me look into the future, Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women, "She's looking at you. I don't think so. She's looking at me." Standing in the spotlight, I bought myself a gray guitar, When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely, I will never be lonely, son, I'm never gonna be lonely. I wanna be a lion, E-Everybody wants to pass as cats, We all wanna be big big stars, Yeah but we've got different reasons for that, Believe in me 'cause I don't believe in anything, And I, I wanna be someone to believe, To believe, to believe, yeah. Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio, Yeah we stare at the beautiful women, "She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me." I wanna be Bob Dylan, Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky, When everybody loves you, oh, son, That's just' bout as funky as you can be. Mr. Jones and me staring at the video, When I look at the television, I wanna see me staring right back at me, We all wanna be big stars, But we don't know why and we don't know how, But when everybody loves me, I wanna be just' bout as happy as I could be, Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars. |
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| 6. |
| 5:51 |
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When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird,
I think of flying, down into a sea of pins and feathers, And all other instruments of faith and sex and God, In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to feed me, 'Cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been crying , I've been thinking, And I am the Rain King. Well I said, mama, mama, mama, Why am I so alone? well I can't go outside, I'm scared I might not make it home, But I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in, If there's anyone at home at your place darlin' Why don't you invite me in? don't try to bleed me, 'Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been lying, I've been sinking, And I am the Rain King. Hey, I only want the same as anyone, Henderson is waiting for the sun, Oh it seems night endlessly begins and ends, After all the dreaming I come home again. When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird, I think of dying, lay me down in a field of flame and heather, Render up my body into the burning heart of God In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to bleed me, 'cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been dying and I've been drinking And I am the Rain King, Well I said I am the rain king, Well I said I, I, I, I, I yeah, Well I am the rain king, yeah. |
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| 7. |
| 3:45 |
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She is trapped inside a month of grey,
And they take a little every day, She is a victim of her own responses, Shackled to a heart that wants to settle, And then runs away, It's a sin to be, fading endlessly, Yeah, but she's alright with me. She is leaving on a walkaway, She is leaving me in disarray, In the absence of a place to be, She stands there looking back at me, Hesitates and then turns away, She'll change so suddenly, She's just like mercury, Yeah, but she's alright with me. Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds, For the things that die before their time, For the restlessly abandoned homes, The tired and weary rambler's bones, And stay beside me where I lie, She's entwined in me, crazy as can be, Yeah, but she's alright with me, She's alright, she's alright with me, She's alright with me, She's alright with me, She's alright with me. |
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| 5:17 |
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I took the cannonball down to the ocean,
Across the desert from sea to shining sea, I rode a ladder that climbs across the nation, Fifty million feet of earth between the buried and me, How do you do? she said, hey, how do you do? She buys a ticket 'cause it's cold where she comes from, She climbs aboard because she's scared of getting older in the snow, Love is a ghost train rumbling through the darkness, Hold on to me darling, I've got nowhere else to go, How do you do? she said, hey, how do you do? hey, yeah. I took the cannonball down to the ocean, Watched the diesel disappear beneath the tumbling waves, Love is a ghost train howling on the radio, Remember everything she said, when only memory remains. How do you do? she said, hey, how do you do? Hey how do you do? she said, hey, how do you do? |
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| 9. |
| 6:36 |
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A friend assures me, "It's all or nothing"
I am not worried, I am not overly concerned. My friend implores me, "For one time only, make an exception." I am not worried. Wrap her up in a package of lies, Send her off to a coconut island. I am not worried, I am not overly concerned with the status of my emotions "Oh," she says, "you're changing." We're always changing... It does not bother me to say this isn't love. Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love. And I guess I'm gonna have to live with that. But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey, Or something in between, And I can always change my name If that's what you mean. My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing." But I am not really worried, I am not overly concerned. You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself To make yourself forget. To make yourself forget. I am not worred. "If it's love" she said, "then we're gonna have to think about the consequences." But she can't stop shaking and I can't stop touching her and... This time when kindness falls like rain It washes her away. And Anna begins to change her mind "These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days," she says And I'm not ready for this sort of thing. But I'm not gonna break and I'm not gonna worry about it anymore. I'm not gonna bend, and I'm not gonna break. And I'm not going to worry about it anymore. It seems like I should say, "As long as this is love..." But it's not all that easy, so maybe I should Snap her up in a butterfly net and pin her down on a photograph album. I am not worried cuz I've done this sort of thing before. But then I start to think about the consequences, And I dont't get no sleep in a quiet room and... This time when kindness falls like rain It washes me away. And Anna begins to change her mind. And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love and, Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing. She's talking in her sleep. It's keeping me awake. And Anna begins to toos and turn And every word is nonsense but I understand and Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing. Her kindness bangs a gong, It's moving me along. And Anna begins to fade away. Its chasing me away. She disappears, and Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing. |
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| 6:16 |
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I never go to New York City these days,
Something about the buildings in Chelsea that kills me, Maybe in a month or two, Maybe when things are different for me, Maybe when things are different for you. All of this shit, just sticks in my head. Is there anything different these days? The light in her eyes goes out, I never had light in my eyes anyway, Maybe things are different these days. It's good for everybody to hurt somebody once in a while, The things I do to people I love, shouldn't be allowed, Something about the buildings in Chelsea that kills me, There's something about the buildings in Chelsea that just, kills me. Is there anything different these days? The light in her eyes goes out, I never had light in my eyes anyway, Maybe things are different these days. I dream I'm in New York City some nights, Angels float down from all the buildings, There's something about an angel that just kills me, But I keep hoping something will, Keep hoping, I keep hoping, I keep hoping. Is anything different these days? The light in her eyes goes out, I never had light in my eyes anyway, Maybe things are, maybe, maybe, maybe, Maybe things are, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, Maybe things are different, Maybe things are different, Maybe things are different, The light goes out, I never had light in my eyes anyway, Maybe things are different, these days. |
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| 5:49 |
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Gonna get back to basics,
Guess I'll start it up again, I'm fallin' from the ceiling, You're falling from the sky now and then. Maybe you were shot down in pieces, Maybe I slipped in between, But we were gonna be the wildest, the wildest, The wildest people they ever hoped to see, Just you and me. So why'd you come home, To this sleepless town, It's a lifetime commitment, Recovering the satellites, All anybody really wants to know is, When you gonna come down, When you gonna come down. Your mother recognizes, all your desperate displays, And she watches as her babies, drift violently away, 'Til they see themselves in telescopes, Well listen, do you see yourself in me? We're such crazy babies, little monkey, God we're so fucked up, you and me. So why'd you come home, To this faithless town, Where we make a lifetime commitment, To recovering the satellites, And all anybody really wants to know is, When are you gonna come down, down, down, down, down, down, When are you gonna come down. She, she, she sees shooting stars and comet tails, She's got heaven in her eyes, She says I don't, I don't, I don't need to be an angel, But I'm nothing, I'm nothing if I'm not this high. But we only stay in orbit, For a moment of time, And then you're everybody's satellite, I wish that you were mine, Wish that you were mine. So why'd you come home, To this angel's town, Well it's a lifetime's decision, Recovering the satellites, All anybody really knows for sure is, That you're gonna come down, That you're gonna come down. |
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| 3:34 |
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Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand,
Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? I guess there might not be too many, Who would stand beside you now, Where'd you come from? Where am I going? Why'd you leave me 'til I'm only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. Every night these silhouettes appear above my head, Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper, Every time I fall asleep, every time I dream, Did you come? Would you lie? Why'd you leave us 'til we're only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed, Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book, And suck my blood, break my nerve, offer me their arms, Well I will not be an enemy of anything, I'll only stand here. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, take me away, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone. |
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When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird,
I think of flying, down into a sea of pins and feathers, And all other instruments of faith and sex and God, In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to feed me, 'Cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been crying , I've been thinking, And I am the Rain King. Well I said, mama, mama, mama, Why am I so alone? well I can't go outside, I'm scared I might not make it home, But I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in, If there's anyone at home at your place darlin' Why don't you invite me in? don't try to bleed me, 'Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been lying, I've been sinking, And I am the Rain King. Hey, I only want the same as anyone, Henderson is waiting for the sun, Oh it seems night endlessly begins and ends, After all the dreaming I come home again. When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird, I think of dying, lay me down in a field of flame and heather, Render up my body into the burning heart of God In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to bleed me, 'cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been dying and I've been drinking And I am the Rain King, Well I said I am the rain king, Well I said I, I, I, I, I yeah, Well I am the rain king, yeah. |
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| 4:37 |
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Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan Street,
Cross the water and home through the town, Past the shadows that fall down wherever we meet, Pretty soon now I won't come around, I'm almost drowning in her sea, She's nearly fallen to her knees. Take the way home. Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan Street, Where all the bodies hang on the air, If she remembers, she hides it whenever we meet, Either way now, I don't really care, 'Cause I'm gone from there, I'm almost drowning in her sea, She's nearly crawling on her knees, She's down on her knees, down on her knees. Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan Street, Where I'm just another rider burned to the ground, Come tumbling down, I'm almost drowning in her sea, She's nearly crawling on her knees, It's almost everything I need, I'm down on my knees, I'm down on my knees, I'm down on, down on my knees, I'm down on my knees, I'm down on my knees. |
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| 5:20 |
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Children in bloom cooking in the sun,
Waiting for a room of our own, Leave my sister alone, 'Cause she don't deserve this, She is a flower and I am a flower, And we are all alone. I gotta get out on my own, I gotta get up from this waiting, waiting at home, I gotta get out of this sunlight it's melting my bones, I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home. All these wasted dreams, Just waiting for the sun, To open up my heart to anyone, Bring me some rain, Because I'm dying, I'm dying, And I can't get this damn thing closed again. I gotta get out on my own, I gotta get up from this waiting, waiting at home, I gotta get out of this sunlight it's melting my bones, I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home. Where's the fun house this year? The fairground's deserted, And the skies don't seem as near, Nicole's my oldest friend, But the altar is empty, And she'll never be a little girl again. I gotta get out on my own, I gotta get up from this waiting, waiting at home, I gotta get out of this sunlight it's melting my bones, I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home, home. I can't find my way home, I can't find my way home, I can't find, I can't find, I can't find, I can't find, I can't find, I can't find my way home. |
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Get away from me,
Just get away from me, This isn't gonna be easy, But I don't need you, believe me, Yeah, you got a piece of me, But it's just a little piece of me, An' I don't need anyone, And these days I feel like I'm fading away, Like sometimes, when I hear myself on the radio. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me one thing you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? I remember me, And all the little things, That make up a memory, Like she said she loved to watch me sleep, Like she said, it's the breathing, It's the breathing in and out and in and out. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me the things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? You know what, I thought someone would notice, I thought ah, somebody would say something, If I was missing, well can't you see me? Come on color me in, Come on color me in, Come on color, come on, Come on come on, come on, Give me your blue rain, Give me your black sky, Give me your green eyes, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin. 'Cause I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? no, no, no, no, Have you seen me lately? |
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| 5:34 |
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This circus is falling down on its knees,
The big top is crumbling down, It's raining in Baltimore fifteen miles east, Where you should be, no one's around. I need a phone call, I need a raincoat, I need a big love, I need a phone call. These train conversations are passing me by, And I don't have nothing to say, You get what you pay for, But I just had no intention of living this way. I need a phone call, I need a plane ride, I need a sunburn, I need a raincoat. And I get no answers, And I don't get no change, It's raining in Baltimore, baby, But everything else is the same. There's things I remember, things I forget, I miss you, I guess that I should, Three thousand five hundred miles away, But what would you change if you could? I need a phone call, Maybe I should buy a new car, I can always hear a freight train, Baby if I listen real hard, And I wish, I wish it was a small world, 'Cause I'm lonely for the big towns, I'd like to hear a little guitar, I guess it's time to put the top down. I need a phone call, I need a raincoat, I really need a raincoat, I really, really need a raincoat, I really, really, really need a raincoat, I really need a raincoat. |
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| 9:28 |
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Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again Where? I dont know Maria says shes dying through the door I hear her crying Why? I dont know Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said shed like to meet a boy who looks like elvis She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like shes walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house Takes her clothes off Says shes close to understanding jesus She knows shes more than just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when shes nervous Round here were carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice like lambs Round here shes slipping through my hands Sleeping children better run like the wind Out of the lightning dream Mamas little baby better get herself in Out of the lightning She says its only in my head She says shhh I know its only in my head But the girl on car in the parking lot says man you should try to take a shot Cant you see my walls are crumbling? Then she looks up at the building and says shes thinking of jumping She says shes tired of life she must be tired of something Round here shes always on my mind Round here hey man got lots of time Round here were never sent to bed early And nobody makes us wait Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late I cant see nothing, nothing round here Catch me if Im falling |
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She comes to me at night when I'm sleeping,
She comes to me when I'm alone, She comes to me she holds my head when I'm crying, She comes to me she shuts my eyes, She brings me home. But I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore, No I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore. She tells me when you look at me, she tells me when you're lying, She tells me when you talk about me and she lays me on the floor, She tells me when you're whispering, she lies beside me naked, She tells me when you laugh at me and she locks all the doors. But I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore, No I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 am all alone again, But I've been through all this shit before, Spend my nights in self-defense, Cry about my innocence, But I ain't all that innocent anymore, more, more, more. I see her on the TV, I see her in the movies, I see her in these animals that dance beside my bed, I'll follow you down baby, down into this valley, Yeah I'll follow you down baby but I won't come up again. But I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore, No I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore. No I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping, no, no, no, no, no, no, Well I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore, anymore, I said rain rain go away, come again some other day, 'Cause I got all this shit to say, but I gone back to find my way, My sisters mothers favorite son lost among the chosen one, But I got news for everyone cause I'm going out the door. |
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| 5:27 |
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Blue morning
Wrapped in strands of fist and bone Curiosity Kitten Doesn't have to mean you're on your own You can look outside your window He doesn't have to know We can talk a while baby We can take it nice and slow All your life is such a shame All your love is just a dream Well are you happy where you're sleeping Does he keep you safe and warm Does he tell you when you're sorry Does he tell you when you're wrong? Well, I've been watching you for hours It's been years since we were born We were perfect when we started I've been wondering where we've gone All your life is such a shame All your love is just a dream Well I dreamt I saw you walkin' Up a hillside in the snow Casting shadows on the winter sky As you stood there counting crows One for sorrow Two for joy Three for girls and four for boys Five for silver Six for gold Seven for a secret never to be told Well there's a bird that nests inside you Sleeping underneath your skin When you open up your wings to speak I wish you'd let me in. All your life is such a shame All your love is just a dream Open up your eyes You can see the flames of your wasted life You should be ashamed And you don't want to waste your life baby You don't wanna waste your life now darlin' You don't wanna waste your life baby You don't wanna waste your life now darlin' And you don't wanna waste your life now baby, I said you don't wanna waste your life now darlin' You don't wanna waste your life now baby You don't wanna You don't wanna waste your life now darlin' Change I said I will walk along these hillsides in the summer 'neath the sunshine, I am feathered by the moonlight fallin' down on me, I said I will walk along these hillsides in the summer 'neath the sunshine, I am feathered by the moonlight Change |
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| 5:15 |
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A long December, and there's reason to believe,
Maybe this year will be better than the last, I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin' Now the days go by so fast. And it's one more day up in the canyon, And it's one more night in Hollywood, If you think that I could be forgiven, I wish you would. The smell of hospitals in winter, And the feeling that its all a lot of oysters, but no pearls, All at once you look across a crowded room, To see the way that light attaches to a girl. And it's one more day up in the canyon, And it's one more night in Hollywood, If you think you might come to California, I think you should. Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two AM, And talked a little while about the year, I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower, Makes you talk a little lower, About the things you could not show her. And its been a long December, and there's reason to believe, Maybe this year will be better than the last, I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself, To hold on to these moments as they pass. And it's one more day up in the canyon, And it's one more night in Hollywood, It's been so long since I've seen the ocean, I guess I should |
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| 1:50 |
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I've gotta rush away,
She said, I've been to Boston before, And anyway, this change I've been feeling, Doesn't make the rain fall, No big differences these days, Just the same old walkaways. Someday, I'm gonna stay, But not today. |
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