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| 1. |
| 3:37 | 
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I hear the driving of the nail
I hear the rain I hear the hail I hear the laughter of the People dancing 'round him As he forces his poor family to set sail If you don't care you will not cry If you don't dare you will not try And now I'm drowning in the dark With thoughts of building my own ark I feel my baby's on the rise Sits there examining her thighs In he comes all drenching clean And lays upon her hard and lean She comes when he never even tries I'm sitting and wishing I were young The best lines they'd flow right off my tongue I'd believe that school is social banging in And banging out and hanging in And hanging out until we're hung Of the envious I am one |
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| 2. |
| 4:19 |
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I wish that I could give breath
To the women I've created In paragraphs and paragraphs I've written to this date And set them all upon my desk, choose one to ignore Just to even the score All the biggest plays I missed 'Cause I was sitting over on the sidelines All the precious faces that Refused to date someone outside the guidelines Well, high school begins with worship for the leisure class You swear you'll overcome it But your envy doesn't seem to pass How similar the shopping but at different stores We've got to even the score All the biggest plays I missed 'Cause I was sitting over on the sidelines All the precious faces that Refused to date someone outside the guidelines All the biggest plays I missed 'Cause I was sitting over on the sidelines All the precious faces that Refused to date someone outside the guidelines |
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| 3. |
| 3:29 |
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My hand asleep for hours
Waiting for the needles to begin I have no control They proceed to penetrate my skin Acting as your slave I drink for amber waves I never have embraced Acting as your slave I drink an open grave An epitaph defaced Killing with compassion She hasn't heard a word that I have said Swallowing your passion I can see a thousand miles ahead Acting as your slave I drink for barricades That I have often raised Acting as your slave I numb my head and rave Of epitaphs defaced Acting as your slave I drink while she forgave With trials left unfaced Acting as your slave I stumble to her grave An epitaph defaced |
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| 4. |
| 4:07 |
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She never wanted to talk
She never wanted to argue But that's the way it goes When there's nobody listening Eyes straight on the front line Knee deep in the river flow Keep your chin up, keep your back straight Rescue's on the way Always the keeper of secrets Always the source of confusion But that's the way it goes When there's nobody listening Eyes straight on the front line Knee deep in the river flow Keep your chin up, keep your back straight Rescue's on the way Nobody said this was going to be easy But I'll tell you what I'm gonna do Can I take you to an oceanside Can I take you to an oceanside For a few hundred years I'm telling you that's all I ever heard about it Can I take you to an oceanside Never a word of intention Never a hope of reunion But that's the way it goes When there's nobody listening Eyes straight on the high wire Knee deep in the river flow Keep your chin up, keep your back straight Rescue's on the way Nobody said this was going to be easy But I'll tell you what I'm gonna do |
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| 5. |
| 3:57 |
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Vanilla ice man cometh, goeth
Sampling, dealing, music stolen To pre-pubescent girls appealing Re-mix record contract sealing Borrowed lyrics sung with feeling slumping Record sales are healing Concert hall promoters kneeling Keeping grateful deadheads relling Quite suppressed yet quite revealing Influence is far from stealing I've suffered a head I've suffered a head injury I've suffered a head I've suffered a head injury Techno-pop kids, stardom's rockets Money in their label's pocket Unrelentless, thoughtless selling Busting charts, atop they're dwelling Lacking substance story telling Lost the message in this yelling Robbing fortunes from the willing Endless posing, mindless chilling Plastic icing airtime filling Instigating art-rock killing I've suffered a head I've suffered a head injury I've suffered a head I've suffered a head injury |
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| 6. |
| 3:20 |
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I think you need some assistance
To keep yourself at a distance It's harder when she's beautiful It's easy when she's waking next to you If you're gonna make a break, make a clean break If you're gonna make a break, break clean If you're gonna make a break, make a clean break If you're gonna make a break, make a clean break I can see the tables turning Homefires lit, your house is burning It's harder in the evening but It's easy in the early afternoon If you're gonna make a break, make a clean break If you're gonna make a break, break clean If you're gonna make a break, make a clean break If you're gonna make a break, make a clean break Sure there is an easy out by staying in For one more session You justify it all by seeing her in moderation No opportunity for her to start a new relation You help yourself because you're sensing Obligation I think it's great the way you handle Both ends of a burning candle It's harder when she's easy but it's easy When she's just as hard on you If you're gonna make a break, make a clean break If you're gonna make a break, break clean If you're gonna make a break, make a clean break If you're gonna make a break, make a clean break |
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| 7. |
| 4:04 |
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It's different now
I feel that all those looks were just a game You smoked and choked on cigarettes And acted cute and lame-and lame Your parting lips that wrapped me up In promised company Now mumble that each breath I take Takes from the air you breathe-and breathe You were to share these dreams But from this bed it's different than it seems You'll have to drag me everywhere you go And you're not martyr material You fell in love, you fell so hard You said it must be days I said that I am not quite ready For your newest phase-your face Conceding, lying, cheating Deceiving relentlessly My voice got softer You could no longer hear me-hear me That ring you wear in fashion Has a chain that pierces through my nose You'll have to drag me everywhere you go And you're not martyr material My life is riding in this chair of wheels With arms that move too slow You'll have to drag me everywhere you go And you're not martyr material |
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