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That's a stupid hat you're wearing,
it doesn't really match your hair. Did I ever tell you that your breath is worse than what you wear. That's exactly what she told him, at least that's what he told me. So I guess we could conclude they're not a happy family. Love's not what you see between the legs of the majority. That's a lovely dress you're wearing, too bad your figure can't make it work. When I hear the things you say, I wonder if your brain can work. That's exactly what he told het, at least that's what she told me. I scream my calls, I lock my doors, I'm suddenly filled with apathy. Love's not what you see between the legs of the majority. Although I'd like to add the game in bed is a necessity to make me happy. Love's not what you see between the legs of the majority. Although I'd like to add the game in bed is a necessity. |
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| 2. |
| 2:39 |
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I woke up between dawn and night,
thought I heard the voice of mommy. Sound as if my parents had a fight, so I woke up my brother lying next to me. (mmmmmm) I wonder why she's making all that noise, better go and check-it out. So without trying to breathe only the sound of little feet we were about to discover what that noise was all about. And as we opened up the door, we saw them lying on the kitchen floor. We were grateful for they both did their best, but we said: 'Hey, ther must be an easier way to make breakfast.' (mmmmmm) breakfast (mmmmmm) They both got up real fast as if they were caught or something (mmmmmm) And then we understood at last it was a surprise breakfast they were planning. Mommy stumbled: 'Later, kids, you'll understand.' While daddy was busy putting on his pants. We said: 'We already do, don't worry we'll do the rest.' So far for our quest, we made coffee, boiled eggs. We made them breakfast. (mmmmmm) Breakfast (mmmmmm) |
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| 2:52 |
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I smoke a lot.
I'm not talking weed or pot, I smoke the regular stuff. I smoke a lot. And if you're a smoker too, you've got to know sometimes it's tough to be in healthy company. People who always say: 'You smoke a lot, Imagine the amount of money you could save if you'd quit. You smoke a lot, by now you'd have a bike aren't you concerned about the kids? Well, of course, sure I am, concerned a bit. But about that bike, i could get killed with it. And is that what you really want, it's not. So I smoke a lot, I smoke a lot. My god I smoke a lot, and I feel fine, I smoke a lot. I smoke a lot, sometimes it's great, sometimes it's not, I smoke a lot. |
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| 2:41 |
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I will walk away from you,
don't stop me, I will walk away from you, don't blame me. I have felt the ugly midget knocking on my knee. I have seen the ugly midget walking over me. I will tell you what I've learned. Were through as far as I'm concerned. Break up and just before we do, I will walk away from you. I will walk away from you, stop me. I will walk away from you, blame me. I have had enough of you, tell me you hate me too. Or embrace me and forget what I have said to you. I will tell you what I've learned. We're one as far as I'm concerned. Make up and just before we do, I will be walking back to you. Walking back to you. |
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| 5. |
| 3:59 |
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Oh, God, I haven't read your book.
I'm sure it was divine, especially the part where you turned water into wine. Oh, God, I want you to clear my mind. It's covered up with dirt. And I want to taste your skin one time before I taste the earth. Oh, God, I apologize, I didn't knock when I arrived. Oh, God, I apologize, i didn't say goodbye last night. Oh, God. Now I guess you have your way, as I taste the earth today. now I guess you have your way, as I taste the earth today. |
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| 6. |
| 3:19 |
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Not so long ago
we both felt love became a word. No more than that with sex that felt like wings without a bird. The only thing that we both love is in the cradle that we rock. Six hands, six feeth, but just one beat, the ticking of the clock. I always heard I could get hurt, I knew that from the start. Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck, but please don't break my heart. Solid woods will rot if you don't keep it from the rain. We were surprised when we found out that love feels just like pain. I always heard I could get hurt, I knew that from the start. Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck, but please don't break my heart. Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck, but please don't break my heart. |
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| 3:04 |
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I've been thinking all night about this song.
The music's okay, but I can't find words to say. I could sing that I'm a virgin and show my tits, decree how sex improves the world, in which masturbation is the thing of the day. "I'm afraid I haven't got much to say." I thought about "Hello, fool, I love you", Or repeat a hundred times "How do you do". I wanna dance with somebody, hey, I like that sound, but there ain't nobody humpin' around. I wanna meet the man who wrote these lyrics, he must be great. I wanna meet the man who wrote these songs. I wanna meet the man. And while I sing these words to you there's a rat in my kitchen, don't know what I'll do. Forget about the rat and sing along, 'cause we feel so strong and we can't go wrong. We walk hand in hand to the promised land. I think I met the man who wrote these lyrics. I guess I have ignored the things he said. I think I have noticed how expensive perfume never coveres up smelly breath. |
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| 2:52 |
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He was not so tall and rather fat.
He had a labrador and a limping cat. Born in a country with a broken heart. He had enough money and a credit card. Told bedtime stories to his teddybear, gave him lots of hugs and a dress to wear. He had a small appartment, what a lovely sight. He watched MTV all night. Where the hell was friendship. He must have turned it off. And most of all he wondered: "What is love, what the hell is love?" He enjoyed the silence more and more. As he heard the door slam right next door. He had a fancy Parker and a diary in which he wrote some poetry. And as he went to bed at night, the cat's eyes gave him ample light to make him lie awake and see the content of his misery. Where the hell was friendship. He must have turned it off. And most of all he wondered: "What is love, what the hell is love?" Where the hell was friendship. He must have turned it off. And most of all he wondered: "What is love, what the hell is love?" |
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| 9. |
| 3:45 |
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Today there's nothing more to say,
but someday I'll return to you. Today things didn't go our way, maybe tomorrow I will return to you. Today I'd like to slip away from all this pain. Someday I will return to you. Today I'd like to be a cell inside your vein. Maybe tomorrow I will return to you. Once more I'd like to put a spider in your bed, for that, I will return to you. I want you to hear the things I never said, for that, I will return to you. Dry the rain inside my head, to hear the things I never said, I will return to you. To be a light beam through a cloud, to laugh at things I'm singing now, I will, I will return to you. I will return to you, to you. Someday, I'll return to you. |
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| 3:16 | 
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| 11. |
| 3:08 |
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You're crying but as long as it's transparent and not red
there's no real reason to be sad to the people who are smiling, always happy, always gay they do not know that the egdes of the mouth can move the other way. You're freezing, the ice on which you nearly slipped outside is in your body, in your mind, getting warmer you are dreaming, quite useless but it feels okay to you in a world that's dreaming too, in a world in which you Keep on searching for a thing sublime when all you need is inside of you. Everybody's waiting for springtime, well winter can be cozy too. Cherish the moments, cherish the key that leads to sane insanity. Cherish incompetence, cherish me don't ever cherish somebody who keeps on searching for a thing sublime. When all you need is inside of you. Everybody's waiting for springtime, well winter can be cozy too |
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| 12. |
| 3:09 |
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As I'm walking through these streets again,
I'm crawling. And as I try to live my life again, I'm falling down. Can you pick me up, can you let it stop can you make it go away. won't somebody help me, is it hard to let me find my way. won't somebody love me, for a start, i'm laughing as I pray. Where is the road. I must look at the road; I must pray a little longer, or laugh a little more. |
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