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I've fallen into my surroundings once again
She comes in pieces and she opens up my mouth One sign said north one sign said east so I went south I promised myself I'd come back another time Left all hopes, schemes and dreams against the rocks Who can return them now if not for you Returned to his eyes and headed to his bed You twist my patience What did you expect What did you expect What did you She opens up For all to see Lady Godiva Is infancy You'd never guess it just by looking one by one Her small (subconscious ???) rises in a smoky room I'm a royal smoking gun and I'm here back from the dead It was morning it was cold and so I said If no one's happy I'll turn this rig around They all were (wandering ???) people into town We dropped you off that day only to find That you were gone but we left you behind Left you behind What did you expect Left you behind She opens up For all to see Lady Godiva Is infancy Infancy Time Dashing all hopes schemes and dreams against the rocks Who can return them now if not for you We dropped you off that day only to find That you were gone and we left you behind Left you behind What did you expect Left you behind She opens up For all to see Lady MacBeth Is lunacy Is lunacy |
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She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole, down upon your knees She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall She's nobody's child, the Law can't touch her at all She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes For Halloween give her a trumpet and for Christmas, buy her a drum |
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This is a picture of Hawaii that you brought me
Santa Claus with a baby that you brought me Standing by the back screen door watching you wash dishes Writing love letters to other just for kicks Moving down on Taylor Dinner with your father Looking for a mailbox Someone's rolling in the mud Someone does it just because it's cool on their skin This is a picture of a cowboy that he drew me Letters scrawled across the bottom spell "I love you" This is a taste of your right ear lobe can't you hear me This is a taste of your left elbow don't you feel it It's my heart and it doesn't fit yours Graham's down at the bar teaching hardships Verlaines, verlaines, verlaines... Trucker speed and the harm of having loose lips Six days, Six days... Sex and cigarettes and slow sad says he Verlaines, verlaines, verlaines... Santa Claus with a baby that you brought me It's my heart and it doesn't fit yours Moving down on Taylor Dinner with your father Searching for a mailbox Someone's slinging up the mud Someone does it just because it's not on their skin |
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Wah-wah
You've given me a wah-wah And I'm thinking of you And all the things that we used to do Wah-wah, wah-wah Wah-wah You made me such a big star Being there at the right time Cheaper than a dime Wah-wah, you've given me your wah-wah, wah-wah Oh, you don't see me crying Oh, you don't hear me sighing Wah-wah I don't need no wah-wah And I know how sweet life can be If I keep myself free from the wah-wah I don't need no wah-wah Oh, you don't see me crying Hey, baby, you don't hear me sighing Oh, no no-no no Wah-wah Now I don't need no wah-wahs And I know how sweet life can be If I keep myself free of wah-wah I don't need no wah-wah Wah-wah... |
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Sittin' thinkin' sinkin' drinkin'
Wond'ring what I'll do when I'm through tonight Smokin' mopin' maybe just hopin' Some little girl will pass on by To wanna be alone But I love my girl at home I remember what she said She said, My! My! My! Don't tell lies! Keep fidelity in your head! My! My! My! Don't tell lies! When you've done your show go to bed Don't say Hi! like a spider to a fly Jump right ahead and you're dead! Sit up fed up low down go 'round Down to the bar at the place I'm at Sittin' drinkin' superficially thinkin' About the rins'd out blonde on my left And then I said Hi! like a spider to a fly Rememb'ring what my little girl said She was coming flirty She look'd about thirty I would have run away, but I was on my own She told me later she's a machine operator She said she liked the way I held the microphone I said, My! My! My! Like a spider to a fly Jump right ahead in my web! |
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Cupid come from coffee cup
Sickly heavy heart Semi-set adrift in your Lifted sugar eye Come back down I'm waiting here And lick me with your fire Connected silver tounges Our lips beside Everytime I look at you Pins me to the ground Mirror me your memories please And let me help you down Swallow me into your bed With glimpses of your thighs Forget your vanity Come cupid come |
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When everything you own is lost
And every friendship has its cost; Your rolling stone has gathered moss And all your clouds cover the sun And all your karma has undone Remember you're my number one. Hey! You're my guiding star; I do know who you are, You're my guiding star. Don't you think you've heard this song before? Jesus Christ was knocking at my door Kinda like the way he wears his hair. Kinda like the way he walks on air. Could his golden halo Be the sun we all know? |
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