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History is everything
Said the professor to the petitioner's girl She, playing with her shoe, Says I just want someone, I just want something new I don't know what hit you Don't care where ya been I just know you gotta' go Speed is everything Said the co-pilot to the girl with the braid She, looking round the room Says I just want someone, I just want something new I don't know what hit you Don't care where ya been I just know you gotta' go Timing is everything Said the conductcor to the boy half his age He, tightening a screw, Says I just want someone, I just want something new I don't know what hit you Don't care where ya been I just know you gotta' go |
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| 4:41 |
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I don't need directions
I can see the course You don't need to whisper baby I've heard it all before Hate and lemon under your nails I don't need protection I don't need to show your telling tail I don't need your prohibition I don't need to score You can keep your liquor Baby that's for sure Whine and silver under your feet I don't know what moves you I can't even see when i'm on my knees Baby give that quiver to me I can shoot an arrow through anything Please don't give me your reasons I'll never need them when I'm on my trampoline I have seen the devil Looking for the chord I can make your carbon copy Sullen and adored Mercy and ashes under your hair I don't need revisions I don't need to fill What isn't there CHORUS Tolerance is petty Misery is bored Someone slipped the combination Underneath the door Tongue and courage under your skin I don't need your resolution I don't need to sort what could have been CHORUS |
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| 4:08 |
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Any last requests before I go
Time is fading fast and feeling slow Hit me when I start to dream When I whisper maybe close the screen I'm not asking for opinions Spare me all your little minions I just want to wake inside my dreams I don't know what makes me happy Just give me joy and make it snappy Paste my numbered soul with magazines Someone made a killing on tv Everyone was willing no one free All the kids in china stores Know that living makes them sore CHORUS Blessed are the meek for they shall see Everything that we've already seen Everybody we have known Every thing that's overgrown CHORUS |
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| 4:10 |
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I don't want to be beautiful
No one ever hears her speak I don't want to be a diplomat With a heart attack for peace All that I need is a fire escape All that I need is a stone Everything that starts out burning Ends up overgrown I don't want to be an astronaut I've flown higher on my own I don't want to be a movie star I don't need to be alone All that I need is a blunt excuse All that I need is a ruse Everything that starts off burning Ends up feeling used I don't want to be president There's some things I'd like to keep I don't want to be a nightingale I don't need to feel that cheap All that I need is an antidote All that I need is a muse Everything that starts off burning Ends up feeling used |
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| 5. |
| 3:28 |
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Speak of the devil baby
I've got my reservations I saw you coming from a meter away I'm not excited I'm not even waiting I saw the picture and I know it's a fake That's how the story goes That's what the people say I'm bitter I suppose But bitterness is gold when she wants her way If you're gonna put me under Make sure you do it neatly If I'm going under I'll go all the way If you're going pull the curtains Make sure you pull discreetly Nothing sticks together without needles and chains CHORUS I know the number I've seen the mark already I drove the rental into the Hertz I can smell the fishes I know the crimes are changing Nothing sticks together without needles and skirts CHORUS |
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| 4:56 |
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I'm not the perfect sister
I'm just the wounded one I was created to compare I'll quit while she's ahead I've finally found the rent I'll memorize the words to every other line she says She's got pretty little lips She's got perfect skin I wonder why I even try To disappoint you I could draw a diagram I could point it at your mouth I could stroke it till you're blind And I'd disappoint you She's got good intentions The kind that make you squirm She's like the movie of the week I've seen her kind before So pretty and adored So empty and so free that I'd forgotten I'd forgotten CHORUS I'm not the perfect sister I'm just the wounded one I was created to compare One day I'll make the cut I'll put it down in blood I'll make you wish that it was any other way CHORUS |
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| 3:27 | 
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| 3:57 |
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| 3:52 |
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You know everything I'm saying
You know long before I speak I saw you at the side of the road with her hands around your neck I saw you at the side of the road and you know I want you back You're my Concho y toro Concho y toro I don't mind what they are saying I know you're my little red I met you at the liquor store you were hanging with your friends I can tell as much by the way you blush there will be no bitter end CHORUS I love kissing you in doorways I get drunk when you are near I want you like a worn out suit wants another glass of gin when I'm with you I can't stand up I want to know where you begin CHORUS |
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| 3:04 |
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How about keeping time with my wicked daughter
She would be so surprised just to see your face After all those evil things you taught her I bet you didn't know You could be so cold Meet her in the back of the cellar She will give you wine like you'll never taste I'll be hanging pictures of umbrellas I bet you didn't know You could be so cold I'll be sitting pretty by the television Please don't forget to leave the change Hey it's my little prison I bet you didn't know You could be so cold |
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| 3:48 |
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| 12. |
| 4:21 |
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Maybe I should have noticed
When faith forgot her shoes I should have marked the day When pity came to stay And truth settled on the roof I'm not gonna cry when you go Crying leaves me cold And when i'm cold I start to crave Someone warm and safe She smells like the violent Swollen arm of spring Wrestling with her clothes Tempting I suppose Tepid and glistening CHORUS Lately I've been thinking Hope is underage I'll never kiss her lips Unless she insists And probably then I'd wait CHORUS |
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