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Sold my Stones 45's
And traded in my 'stang I lost it all in a time warp My generation boomeranged Yesterday, was it great? Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes I couldn't get up for the day Wasn't yesterday great Dropping out of the machine Walk the nuclear slide Got a headache from the strobelights An acid overdrive Yesterday, was it great Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes I couldn't get up for the day Wasn't yesterday great Put a quarter in the pay phone I buy all the lies If forever is a moment I'd sell tomorrow night Yesterday, was it great Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes I couldn't get up for the day Wasn't yesterday great Wasn't, wasn't yesterday great |
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| 4:54 | 
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| 5:08 |
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If I told you I could love you,
I feel you’ll think I’m weak. I’ve never had a friend who was my lover. Honestly. When I wake up from my sleep, And I feel you next to me. I’m so happy inside. But I’ll be crushed if you leave. It’s so (black) black, it’s so (sad) sad. No one understands my Hell. It’s so (black) black, it’s so (sad) sad. I’m a strange to myself. ... See, a man can hurt a woman. It’ll burn but she’ll still forgive. But woman who is unfaithful, Kills a man. Darkness follows on anyone who welcomes it. When you’re in my bed, It’s my home and it’s sacred. It’s so (black) black, it’s so (sad) sad. No one understands my Hell. It’s so (black) black, it’s so (sad) sad. I’m a strange to myself. No one understands my Hell. It’s my own, it’s my own. It’s so black, it’s so sad No one understands my Hell. I’m always alone ‘cuz no one... no one. |
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| 3:09 |
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Kilroy was here. He cashed a check and checked out.
His asphyxiation was such a mess when he was found. Did I do you wrong? I did you no wrong. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breathe. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breath. I wish you were here to tell everyone I got your car. In all this doom was the guilt in satire. Did I do you wrong? I did you no wrong. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breathe. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breath. Falling off the world is the last thing I would do. I'd do the same if I was you. You used to be so cruel. It's the last thing that you'll do. ... I'm selling you (Kilroy) what you sold me. (Was Here) Suffocate in the air you breathe. I'm selling you (Kilroy) I'm selling you. (Was Here) I’m selling you (Kilroy) I’m selling you. (Was Here) |
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| 3:22 |
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| 5:16 |
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| 8. |
| 10:37 |
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Welcome to salvation, my Tequila's my companion for this
evening of oblivion Everyone around me, kinda bores me, it makes me lonely with the friends I never had Packing up my Mustang cuz' this city has no heart, it sucks you in and spits you out Patiently I'm seeking my destination is unknown, I followed the road down to Mexico Sorry Mr.Officer I think you got it wrong, I'm just a lonely ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home He smiled and said 'senor you're not in Texas anymore' Send my love to my home but send my mail to a Tijuana Jail Staring at the ceiling of my jail cell it's my home, at least for now, it seems like forever Sleeping on the floor with the rats, crawling up my ass, I'm gonna kill that officer Sorry Mr. Officer but I'm gonna get revenge, on this side of the border 20 pesos get you dead He smiled and said 'senor I think I'll drink to your threats' Send my love to my home, but sent my mail to a Tijuana Jail In my destitution suicides a solution, but I'm a gambler, and I'm not cashed in The sun is going down and my problems will be solved by dawn, but not by justice I smelled liquor on his breath, I knew this is my last chance, I begged give a dying man his last drink He handed me a glass with just the worm and he laughed I pulled a switch- blade from my boot and shoved it in his throat Sorry Mr. Officer I think you got it wrong, I'm a lonely ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home He smiled and said 'senor you're not in Texas anymore' Send my love to my home but send my mail to a Texas Jail. |
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