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I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday
Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in I took a little more of what i take for granted And filled my plate for fear that gears would turn And wheels would roll away Something's got to break you down Entered the scene (i'm told) on i think it was Monday You drove straight through and mined that quarry For all it could bleed 'til dry I took a little more 'til i got taken for granted 'cause beautiful boys gave chase and when they arch your backbone it's such a dreadful sight i'll react when faces find you with jealous fits that gag and bind you 'cause nothing hurts like nothing at all when imagination takes full control |
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i think i'm drunk enough to drive you home now
i'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key that's rusted firm, no lie 'cause all these conversations wind on and on... drinking champagne from a paper cup is never quite the same and every sip's moving through my eyes and up into my brain at half past two; about time to leave 'cause the dj's playing rhythm and blues a sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin' grooves as i'm waiting around for you |
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I think you caught me on the downslide, downturn
I was busy writing with a pen and paper thin dream And all your plastic people with plastic hearts and smiles They had the worst intentions all along after all... The royal castle holds the mellow drama kings and queens And all their dazzling children; they're so regal (clean) With pristine fingertips they wash behind their ears And let their hair down 'til the audiences leave I'm definitely shaking The silence isn't breaking Backwashed and stranded memories Of something i thought could be |
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Three wasted years, standing still
As you opened up, 18 miles wide On this country drive I can't keep up 'cause you're so far gone And it's all too much hindsight Three wasted years, wasting time As the hunger pains grow inside I can't keep up 'cause you're so far gone And it's all too much hindsight Three wasted years, wasting time As the hunger pains grow inside I can't keep up 'cause you're so far gone And it's all too much hindsight I can't keep up 'cause you're so far gone And it's all too much hindsight x2 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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(The Smiths cover)
On two bicycles On a hillside desolate Could nature make a man of me yet? When in this charming car This charming man Why ponder life's complexities When the leather runs smooth On the passenger seat? I would go out tonight But I haven't got a stitch to wear This man said it's crucial That someone so handsome should care Ah ! I'm just a country boy Who never knew his place He said return the ring He knows so much about these things He knows so much about these things I would go out tonight But I haven't got a stitch to wear This man said it's crucial That someone so handsome should care La, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man ... La, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man ... Ah! I'm just a country boy Who never knew his place He said return the ring He knows so much about these things 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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Summer's gone
I overslept and woke up to the chill of fall. Overworked and now I'm all used up This tv haze sucks me through I watch the world from me inside Overworked and now I'm all used up. Final drag, fills my lungs and makes me high, They fill up, as I bottom out, Steering wheels, watch them driving Driving with some place to go, i'd steer myself, but i don't have a route Looking onto men, no ice cream man... Or Beaches filled with sand While the tv trays, Wasted summer days slowly slipping away. But you're so little help when days are slow and i'm down inside i'll have to go you're so little help when mine's slow when i'm down inside summer's gone i overslept and woke up to the chill of fall Overworked and now i'm all used up this tv haze, sucks me through i watch the world from me inside overworked and now i'm all used up looking on to men, no ice cream man... Or beaches filled with sand While the tv trays, wasted summer days Slowly slipping away But you're so little help when days are slow and I'm down inside I have to go... You're so little help when years are slow when i'm down inside... i'm down inside i'm down inside i'm down inside 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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Believe in me, I'm sad and blue
Left with nothing but a picture Third or fourth weekend in June December seems to come too soon Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until Head is swirling with the scene Of you and him embraced in rupture Dirty trying to come clean But every thought I have's obscene Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until Quilted in our hands And keeping you tucked in too deep Struck in the shot of two Twenty-four hours in June Will you wait until tomorrow 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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every town has a diner
where ill meet you and your friends too things are just a bit nicer over some coffee you can tell me all about your day i dont know much about you not that i want to not that i want to sometimes i cant escape from my room so excuse me ill be just a little late you will wait for me you will wait for me every town has a corner where ill see you and your friends too hanging out looking cool saying the same things over and over again sometimes we all feel stupid we say the wrong things youre not the only one sometimes we all get left behind in a race of style its a dumb thing you will wait for me you will wait for me you will wait for me you will wait for me |
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