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Well hello my little train wreck
I am your worst fear I'm a mortuary postcard I'm a graveyard souvenir And have I got your attention Now put your hands where I can see them Give me your heart and soul boy Cos you aint gonna need them. I've seen your sort before you know The kind that likes to mess around You think you're riding with the wind You think you're dancing underground And you think it is your birthright To drink and take your fill But for all your running honey Well you've just been standing still Now you aint gonna heaven And you aint gonna hell There's a place worse than either From what I hear tell You're gonna stay in this town this town this town You're gonna stay in this town this town this town. Well hello my little car crash I am your only hope I’ll be your silver bullet I’ll be your knotted rope Cos I hate to see you suffer Unless you suffer right I almost wanna show you mercy But not quite. So calling all you angels Calling all you devils too Well this poor excuse for living's Just not good enough for you Now you aint gonna heaven And you aint gonna hell There's a place worse than either From what I hear tell You're gonna stay in this town this town this town You're gonna stay in this town this town this town Oh you're gonna stay in this town this town this town Yeah you're gonna stay in this town. Well I can tell what you are thinking That one day you’ll make amends But the creeping hands of static Are gonna get you in the end And soon you'll be a memory Of a shadow of a lie You’ll be a cautionary tale Oh the boy who couldn't fly. And you're gonna stay in this town this town this town Said you're gonna stay in this town this town this town Yeah you're gonna stay in this town this town this town this town You're gonna stay in this town. |
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| 2. |
| 3:37 |
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Monday morning
Wings on fire Dawn Chorus Liar liar It's a funeral it’s a riot Drop the priest But bring the choir I heard they put you on the stage Ancient greed and childish rage All those friends that you outgrew With bombay gin and a rose tattoo. God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on nothing on you When they cut those bodies down Did you take a trip to another town Did you raise a glass in progress' name Then tell the sky to do the same Call me patient Call me quiet Call my bluff honey I don’t buy it Another nail in another oak Another punchline Another dirty joke. God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on nothing on you So when they lay your bones to rest Will you take your place among the great undressed Will you lay your hands upon their heads And drink the blood And break the bread This is ruling This is leading This is hope baby Disbelieving Bruises red and violence blue Well honey god's got nothing on you. God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you God's got nothing on you |
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| 3:34 |
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The moon is a stain the ghost of your eyes
Drowns in a black coffee night The snow has been singing its song to the light Well I know a boy who breaks his own heart Every time that it rains There are not enough miracles and chains To pave his road Now he's due south Feet on the dash of a rented car Due south Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes Mostly he’ll just curse the stars Mostly he’ll just curse the stars. Loved like a child The weakest of ties Bound like a crane in the ice All of the whispers and lies that he used If you wanted a life full of the sting and the fall But boy you know he had it all Traded it in for a crucible and a bruise Now he's due south Dreams in the hum of an alloy wheel Due south Bitterest sting of rubber and steel Looking for hope in stilletto heels Looking for hope in stilletto heels. Due south Feet on the dash of a rented car Due south Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes Mostly he’ll just curse the stars Mostly he’ll just curse the stars Mostly he’ll just curse the stars. |
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| 2:35 |
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That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me. Sure I think you're shaking for a reason You've picked a girl that there is just no pleasing That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me Oh oh oh that boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me. Love is blind you've made some kind advances Lets make a start and get your heart some glasses That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me. Baby I’ve not got the moves And I'm wearing traveling shoes You say all lessons can be learned So show me how to get my fingers burned That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me Oh oh oh that boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me. I know a tune the old blue moon can sing us So go ahead and click your spirit fingers That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me. You may not be some slick movie romancer But at least one part of you's a killer dancer That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me. Oh oh oh that boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me That boy's got jazz hands Gonna try them out on me Gonna try them out on me Gonna try them out on me. |
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| 6. |
| 4:08 |
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Well the traffic says its morning
And the light that's in your room The radio is broken So you hum a Springsteen tune Oh you say you've not been sleeping Cos your heart keeps you awake And wonder how much longer This fade out is gonna take. Well here are your best laid plans there your ways and means You laid them there right at her feet Beside your truant dreams Oh I know a little bar Where they make bloody Mary's strong Let’s raise a toast to ragged ghosts And loneliness and song Amen amen This one here's for you Cos love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue. Well here's to wine and flowers And a dance in Saint Marks square Echo’s in Murano glass and perfume in her hair Oh but February's mist is thick And the road ahead is hard You thought you'd think of it forever Now it only makes you tired Amen amen This one here's for you Cos love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue Yeah love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue. The only time that you can see her Is when you close your eyes You put your phone back in the drawer And straighten your disguise Think of the colours of your children And the songs you give wings to The springs arrived and there's the sky It’s automatic blue Automatic blue automatic blue. |
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| 3:58 |
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My baby loves coffee and roses
A rebel stand and a poet’s heart A guilty moon and suburb soldiers Those boys can't erase the mark My baby breaks the chain of reason Calls the card and rolls the dice For everything a time and season Turning tides and breaking ice And I will be your last call honey Yeah I will be your downfall baby It’s strange the way the song goes honey We’re dancing in the wrong clothes darling. My baby sings of old tomorrows Spider hands September eyes And I'm the architect of sorrow The girl in minor key disguise My baby leads me to the water Wraps the sun inside his coat And while the days are getting shorter My baby sets the light afloat And I will be your shadow honey The crooked way the wind blows baby The singing of the steel honey The looser in the deal darling. Yeah I will be your lover honey Come break me under cover baby The razor on the mirror honey The way the smoke will clear darling My baby loves coffee and roses Hold the flower brown and red The lost companion autumn shows us My baby will not turn his head My baby will not turn his head My baby will not turn his head. |
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| 4:01 |
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I'm the weather that just broke
I'm the ripcord that you forgot to pull You're the prayers that they wrote My glass is empty, but your bottle's full I was hope gone to the dogs Seven hundred ways to sing the blues Cue the princes and the frogs Cue those Capulets and Montagues Well I am lights-out, you're the exit sign Yeah I'm looking for that thin blue line I'm the heart and you're the soul, I'm the part and you're the whole I am stronger than they think, despite the turn-up in your drink I'm the sleeper you're the dream, I'm the drifter you're the place I go... I'm the song, you're the radio I'm the joker in the pack, I've been waiting for the perfect time You're the ace and you're the jack You're the reason baby, I'm the rhyme Well I'm the abstract, you're the real thing You want the truth, well are you listening? I'm the heart and you're the soul, I'm the part and you're the whole I am stronger than they think, despite the turn-up in your drink I'm the sleeper you're the dream, I'm the drifter you're the place I go... I'm the song, you're the radio I'm the song, you're the radio Here's to tonic here's to gin, here's to sparks and here's to gasoline So many ways we can begin, oh... you can be the engine and I'll be the steam I'm the heart and you're the soul, I'm the part and you're the whole I am stronger than they think, despite the turn-up in your drink I'm the sleeper you're the dream, I'm the drifter you're the place I go... I'm the song, you're the radio I'm the song, you're the radio |
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You sat in the back with all of your bags packed
A torn bit of paper from under the stairs And you're following your heart but the heart is an axe And it’s calling her number but she isn't there So it cuts through the air and it chalks up the losses And carves her initials into your right hand Cos truth is a trick it’s a tired dominatrix But truth’s not exactly what you had planned Now you're driving driving home And you're sure you're not alone. She lit you like christmas the day you first met her A red dress and champagne a spider of smoke And you know yeah you know that you should have known better But she pressed up against you and laughed at your jokes It'd sure been a while since you'd felt that it mattered Sweat and white skin and the smell of perfume One little touch your illusion was shattered You led her out to your car and you rented a room Now you're driving driving home And you're sure you're not alone. For a while the pretense was a welcome companion A colourful footnote in a black and white week And you swear yeah you swear that you did respect her But respect just showed up in blue marks on her cheek And she tried a few tricks but you knew how to find her And then she just left like smoke in a glass And there wasn't a trace save a newsprint reminder You'd say you'd been working if anyone asked Now you're driving driving home And you're sure you're not alone Now you're driving driving home And you'd swear you're not alone. |
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You sat in the back with all of your bags packed
A torn bit of paper from under the stairs And you're following your heart but the heart is an axe And it’s calling her number but she isn't there So it cuts through the air and it chalks up the losses And carves her initials into your right hand Cos truth is a trick it’s a tired dominatrix But truth’s not exactly what you had planned Now you're driving driving home And you're sure you're not alone. She lit you like christmas the day you first met her A red dress and champagne a spider of smoke And you know yeah you know that you should have known better But she pressed up against you and laughed at your jokes It'd sure been a while since you'd felt that it mattered Sweat and white skin and the smell of perfume One little touch your illusion was shattered You led her out to your car and you rented a room Now you're driving driving home And you're sure you're not alone. For a while the pretense was a welcome companion A colourful footnote in a black and white week And you swear yeah you swear that you did respect her But respect just showed up in blue marks on her cheek And she tried a few tricks but you knew how to find her And then she just left like smoke in a glass And there wasn't a trace save a newsprint reminder You'd say you'd been working if anyone asked Now you're driving driving home And you're sure you're not alone Now you're driving driving home And you'd swear you're not alone. |
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| 4:17 |
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Low light and rain
The day that we came The day that we came Heart like a cup Flannel and flowers Blood and champagne Come a little closer so I can trace your eyes And copy that light onto my insides Strange little blue-￢print Strange little secret All on the road to Mexico. Old sister sun Water and blue Water and blue Days on a wire Silver and tar And you Come a little closer so I can trace your eyes And copy that light onto my insides Strange little blue-print Strange little secret All on the road to Mexico. Take to the sky Knife to the air Knife to the air Deadlocks and salt Ashes and ends Ghosts on the stair Come a little closer so I can trace your eyes And copy that light onto my insides Strange little blue-print Strange little secret All on the road to Mexico All on the road to Mexico. |
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| 4:06 |
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The moment you came
The stars didn't sing your name And the heavens didn't shed their skin Smallest of things Bravest of offerings The way that a love begins They're gonna try to break it Try to make you forsake it oh Leave it in the dark They'll say there's nothing in it Make you a sleepless cynic oh But if you feel its mark Just raise it on high Don't let them tell you their lies Oh love is a wondrous thing. A hopeless disguise Hiding behind your eyes And a thousand points of view It lands like a fist Whoever the optimist Whoever the ingenue I know the havoc it wreaks I've heard the tongues that it speaks oh It will not be shamed But it is a beautiful bruise You know you've got nothing to loose oh If it calls your name Just raise it on high Don't let the light pass you by Oh love is a wondrous thing. People often talk about it So many live their lives without it Oh you know it’s true But I tell you if you find it You'll bless the devils who designed it Oh I say to you. Just raise it on high Don't let the light pass you by Oh love is a wonderous thing Yeah love is a wonderous thing. |
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