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| 1. |
| 3:39 | 
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Would you look at this place
There's a sign on the wall We are all suddenly free We don't pull any punches at all Imagination runs riot There's a choice of three doors Tell me what's a pretty girl to do In a land of metaphors? You can take me home You can take it on through You can lay me in your bed Tell me to say stop when I want you to Don't you dare Don't you dare Don't you dare Call me sugar Little baby innocence With a couple of silent scars I've got a head with too much sense And a mouth full of nervous laughs Well you might get off easy But I don't dance to your tune You might think you're putting pressure on me but honey This is a vacuum You can take me home You can take it on through You can lay me in your bed Tell me to say stop when I want you to But don't you dare Don't you dare Don't you dare Call me sugar Well you can shut up now, I'm talking I am so sick of your one-liner conversation They say learn to walk before you can run Maybe you should learn to talk before you injure someone You can take me home You can take it on through You can lay me in your bed Tell me to say stop when I want you to But don't you dare Don't you dare But don't you dare, don't you dare Call me sugar Well you might get off easy But I don't dance to your tune You might think you're putting pressure on me but honey This is a vacuum |
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| 2. |
| 3:17 |
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Can you see me in the halo of this street lamp baby?
Talk is cheap and I can just about afford this sentence What can I do? Maybe I could deal in actions, yeah I could sell you this finger, maybe you would get the message Get out, get out Is this about blame? Is this about corruption, baby? Is this about hypocrisy? ‘Cause I’m pretty good at that I seem to have this knack of using silence as a shotgun ‘Til you reach between your legs and draw a weapon of your own Saying, get out, get out These days, you guys, you really owe me one And I’m just about to cash in my favour For a shoulder to cry on. This is my plan and this is my idea If we turn the world around at least we’ll have something new to look at and No-one told me that you always won a bet you will just Keep playing those straights You seem to play them slightly crooked I say get out, get out These days, you guys, you really owe me one I’m just about to cash in my favour For a shoulder to cry on. Well, my mouth is so full from all the shit you’re making me swallow And I’ll bet you my first time I can still scream when I want to And the king of the mice is living it up with the rat clan Its got something to do with love or passion or something Get out, get out Get out, get out |
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| 3. |
| 3:19 |
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Sex is the open sesame
To a rich mans eyes And I am not prepared To be patronised To compromise, to sanitise My ugly tongue cold eyes And babe you know you’d better watch those incriminations Watch what those fingers do ‘Cause life has a funny way Of pointing those fingers Back at you And she can be a hole in the mattress Of a back alley bedroom Where each frame of her life is blue and stained with People, people like you People like you And sweetheart I think you should let me hold your grudge for you I’m a little better qualified and a lot more willing too And she just sits there looking vacant like they always do Well you never know anyone, anyway I never even knew myself, myself until today Now my life's a newspaper with some pages blown away And she can be a hole in the mattress Of a back alley bedroom Where each frame of her life is blue and stained with People, people like you People like you What does this What does this What does this smile What does this What does this What does this smile What does this What does this What does this smile do for you? Does it do it for you? She can be a hole in the mattress Of a back alley bedroom Where each frame of her life is blue and stained with People, people like you People like you Will do people like you Like they’re not supposed to Know so many people like you |
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| 4. |
| 4:32 | 
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| 5. |
| 3:41 |
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I don’t know
I don’t know I don’t know what it was that was making me Curl up in the corner and be secondary to you I can see I can see I can see that these lies are a soul disease And your emotional coffin is warping at the seams And hey Mr. not so clever now What have you created? Just look into this face and Tell me you hate it You hate it Break the wall Break my face Break the double personality The dual control I used to see in me And it all Yes it all Yeah it all came down to geometry All the points and lines that made up you and me And hey Mr. not so clever now What have you created? Just look into this face and Tell me you hate it And hey Mr. not so clever now What have you created? Just look into this face and Tell me you hate it Tell me you hate it Well, overruled Overtime Over everything else this belief in self Is shaking you when your ego hits the floor Can you see? Can you breathe? Can you walk towards that open door? ‘Cause all I’ve ever crossed my fingers for is here Hey Mr. not so clever now What have you created? Just look into this face and Tell me you hate it Hey Mr. not so clever now What are you afraid of? Just look into these eyes and Tell me you hate them Tell me you hate them Tell me, tell me, tell me And you are not that clever now |
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| 6. |
| 3:37 |
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| 7. |
| 3:19 |
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My voice has been boxed on a shelf by the door
And my hands may be cold but my wry smile’s still warm And she can’t believe that I’m not gonna fight Guess I’m just too busy doing battle from the inside And I feel you, well I’ll see you ‘round And you fucked your way in, you can fuck your way out Well, a terminal inversion seems to apply Seems if we’re wanting to be powerful we’ve gotta learn to play the guy But she beats her chest and proclaims that life’s unfair And she’s to pissed to be angry and I’m much too cool to care And I feel you, well I’ll see you ‘round And you fucked your way in, you can fuck your way out Just because I bleed seems to make me family And I don’t wanna be your militia sister My popular opinion has just vanished without a trace Seems if I’m not living on the edge then I’m taking up too much space And you can point your fingers and call me a bitch Yeah, I guess its good to be alternative Guess I kind of enjoy it And I feel you, well I’ll see you ‘round And you fucked your way in, you can fuck your way out And, no baby, you’re not even warm |
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| 8. |
| 3:44 |
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I can see her head in hands
I can taste the salt that’s waiting there behind her eyes I can feel the tears that echo in these walls Cos she’s throwing in the fantasy again No-one told her love could be so cruel With each word another bullet another wound I see no more move made to resuscitate the love Cos we’re throwing in the fantasy again And they drew the line that was crossed so many times and She wonders why it will be her who pays the price I believe there is no smile That can ever lose the weight of her heart But I can see you’ll be OK now Now you’re throwing in the fantasy again And they drew the line that was crossed so many times and She wonders why it will be her who pays the price Cos she's throwing in the fantasy again |
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| 9. |
| 4:15 |
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Perfectly ugly, I'm standing up here in front of you
Like a living work of art And I can do cute with a bite or angry with a personable side But they're my only parts And this town crossed its legs a long time ago baby When it got sick of trying And the violent soprano of an ambulance siren screams round the block Like the whole world is dying And oh, oh I have to give everything a name And oh no I can smell gas in here again And you say what an explosive little sugar I am And I say “well you know, sweetheart, you live on bad ideas” She managed them both like some dizzy soap opera queen on the TV And I manoeuvred my way round the rocks smuggling scorn into my words And she didn't even see me I love it when you float off like some great feather in the breeze Now the only trouble is I'm left sitting here panting for more Like a bitch on heat, now And oo, oh I have to give everything a name And oh no, I can smell gas in here again And you say what an explosive little sugar I am And I say “well you know, asshole, you live on bad ideas” Skin tight and forthright I can pick this fight alone Hold on we can take it on 'cause even Words can cut to bone Skin tight and forthright I can pick this fight alone Hold on we can take it on 'cause even Words Oh, oh I have to give everything a name And oh no, I can smell gas in here again And you say what an explosive little sugar I am And I say “well you know, asshole, you live on bad ideas” |
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| 10. |
| 12:00 |
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Across the room
This crowded, lonely room I see you standing bright, you’re on fire Across the sky This busy city sky There’s one star alight It’s you My God, I’m sorry, I’m falling into the blue, yeah My God, I’m sorry, I’m dragging you down too Across your eyes Your blue cut crystal eyes I see my reflection tied like the daylight And into the night This cold, unforgiving night You stare out, the blue is you My God, I’m sorry, I’m falling into the blue, yeah My God, I’m sorry, I’m dragging you down too Down too Higher, higher you take me up, yeah Higher and higher My God, I’m sorry, I’m falling into the blue, yeah My God, I’m sorry, I’m dragging you down too Down too Down too |
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