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from Bad Influence (뱃 인플루언스) by Trevor Jones [ost] (1989)
i want to take you down to the side of the city
where the sun doesn't shine and the moon isn't pretty the slow train crawls in the nights and the days are as warm as the smoke and the heat haze yes and neon here twenty-four hours of the day and you're sure looking pretty when it's hitting on your face looker on the corner take that dog for a donor well she's only doing what her mother told her i...i wanna take you down i wanna take you down i wanna take you right down i...i wanna take you down i wanna take you down i wanna take you right down i want to see a touch of evil in your eye but all that i'm getting babe is sweetness and lies i want to see something that i might desire i want to take you down babe into the mire deals going down no chance no masking one thing's for sure never get what you're asking they're coming with johnsons, they're coming with knives they're robbing your boots when they give you a shoe shine i...i wanna take you down i wanna take you down i wanna take you right down i...i wanna take you down i wanna take you down i wanna take you right downtown slow train down, babe, try twenty-nine there's no looking back when there's no sense of time 'cause it's neon here twenty-four hours of the day and you're sure looking pretty when it's hitting on your face with a touch of evil in your eye with a touch of evil in your eye i want to take you down to the side of the city i want to take you down to the blur of the city i...i wanna take you down i wanna take you down i wanna take you right down i...i wanna take you down i wanna take you down yes i wanna take you right down i...i...i...i wanna take you i |
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from Lloyd Cole - Lloyd Cole (1997)
Didnt I hear you say your hearts made out of steel
No ones gonna get so close, No ones gonna know how you feel Now youre a punch drunk sycophant, a little s.o.b. You say your mind is made up, isnt that the way that its supposed to be And its a long way down And its a long, long way down Walking that tall your head is gonna trip your feet Walking with the devils fine, just dont call it looking for sympathy When its four a.m. and mister you cant sleep cause your bloods still rushing at cocaine speed And you know all that you needs a little baby to say Ah mister cool down wont you let me fade those blues away And its a long way down And its a long, long way down And when you hit the ground youre gonna know about it Mister lets you and me see if we cant make a deal Ill give you the world and all youve gotta do is cry for me The reason its a cliche is because its true The harder you climb, the harder you fall, and that means you So mister hard head, hard nose, hard as steel Youre just a punch drunk sycophant, a little s.o.b. And its a long, its a long way down And its a long, long way down And when you hit the ground youre gonna know about it |
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from Lloyd Cole - Lloyd Cole (1997)
when you're nothing to no one
and you're less than you can and you're looking for someone who won't cling to anything so you're stuck in some motel with the sound of her sleeping don't you feel kinda old now well ain't that a funny thing i used to wake up early i used to try to believe but life seems neverending when you're young so you're back on the highway and there's wind in her hair and you know that it's no time for thinking about somebody up there 'cause you'll turn her to drinking and you'll lead her to hell with her bible beside her she surely looks like an angel i used to wake up early i used to try to believe but faith is never easy when you're young no no no i used to wake up early now it's hard, hard enough to sleep but life seems neverending when you're young oh no no no no |
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from Lloyd Cole - Lloyd Cole (1997)
i want to take you down to the side of the city
where the sun doesn't shine and the moon isn't pretty the slow train crawls in the nights and the days are as warm as the smoke and the heat haze yes and neon here twenty-four hours of the day and you're sure looking pretty when it's hitting on your face looker on the corner take that dog for a donor well she's only doing what her mother told her i...i wanna take you down i wanna take you down i wanna take you right down i...i wanna take you down i wanna take you down i wanna take you right down i want to see a touch of evil in your eye but all that i'm getting babe is sweetness and lies i want to see something that i might desire i want to take you down babe into the mire deals going down no chance no masking one thing's for sure never get what you're asking they're coming with johnsons, they're coming with knives they're robbing your boots when they give you a shoe shine i...i wanna take you down i wanna take you down i wanna take you right down i...i wanna take you down i wanna take you down i wanna take you right downtown slow train down, babe, try twenty-nine there's no looking back when there's no sense of time 'cause it's neon here twenty-four hours of the day and you're sure looking pretty when it's hitting on your face with a touch of evil in your eye with a touch of evil in your eye i want to take you down to the side of the city i want to take you down to the blur of the city i...i wanna take you down i wanna take you down i wanna take you right down i...i wanna take you down i wanna take you down yes i wanna take you right down i...i...i...i wanna take you i |
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from Lloyd Cole - Lloyd Cole (1997)
i love to see you in your sweater girl
i love you in your high tall boots i love to see you in your sweater girl love to see you walking that cute, you know it i love to see you in your leather skin love your lipstick on my sheets and i love to see you in your alligator shoes reciting to me my poetry, i really do but i hate to see you baby doing that stuff i hate to see you doing that stuff i hate to see you baby doing that stuff really hate to see you doing that stuff i love you baby when you bite my ear i don't worry about your uptown geek and i love you baby don't you bite your lip 'cause it's me you talk to in your sleep and i hate to see you baby doing that stuff i hate to see you doing that stuff i hate to see you baby doing that stuff really hate to see you doing that stuff i love to see you in your sweater girl love your alligator chic et je sais te vois dans ton christian la croix but i hate to see you walking my street, but i hate to see you baby doing that stuff i hate to see you doing that stuff i hate to see you baby doing that stuff really hate to see you doing that stuff, ha ha |
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from Lloyd Cole - Lloyd Cole (1997)
maybe i'm a little old-fashioned, maybe you're a little unkind
maybe i'm a little impatient, we'll concede that in mind you won't give me your number, you won't give me your time you said meet me on the corner, and there's still no sign maybe i'm a little outdated, maybe a little out of time to believe your heart is in the right place despite what you're doing to mine so i'm standing on the corner, looking like i don't care d'you wanna crucify my feelings with your fingernails and leave the loneliest boy in the western world cruising the streets for an ice cream girl i feel like a shady politician trying to sell a broken-down car sit home sleeping for virgin princess, you know that's not what you are do i have to feel this small before you'll play ball? maybe i lack sophistication, maybe a little unrefined so my credit ain't too good, well call a dollar a dime you won't give me your number, you won't give me your time i'm standing on the corner, and there's still no sign d'you wanna crucify my feelings with your fingernails and leave the loneliest boy in the western world cruising the streets for an ice cream girl, hey d'you wanna crucify my feelings with your fingernails and leave the loneliest boy in the western world cruising the streets for an ice cream girl |
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from Lloyd Cole - Lloyd Cole (1997)
you lie in the heat of a summer haze
and turn it into a winter's tale you pull down the blinds and shut out the sky and do what you can to turn the whole thing grey you're crying and pleading and you're hell just to be with and you're everything that i'll ever need so why do you say you love me when you don't? you fall back into the english way of feeling only guilt 'cause you feel no pain you sit and you stare at the empty page and then you fill it with verse, make the whole thing worse you lie and you cheat your own mind to believing that you don't need anything or anyone so why do you say you love me when you don't? and why should i feel blue when i do? why? you lie in the heat of a summer haze and turn it into a winter's tale you fall back into the english way of feeling only guilt 'cause you feel no pain you're crying and pleading and you're hell just to be with and you're everything that i'll ever need so why do you say you love me when you don't? why should i feel... and who's gonna love the loveless if not you? why? why? |
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from Lloyd Cole - Lloyd Cole (1997)
shirley i love you 'til i'm drunk
and on and on and never to stop the way i see it it's sad to say it but it's true you're gonna be all that i need so sad to see her looking so rusted there must be more to life than this or we'd be mercy killing us yeah, killing us baby the last train's leaving, there's nothing left 'cept to confess to love and happiness the way i see it it's sad to say it but it's true you're gonna be all that i need so sad, sad to see her looking so rusted there must be more to life than this or we'd be mercy killing us oh yeah, killing us baby we'll slip past a graveyard love me do |
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from Lloyd Cole - Lloyd Cole (1997)
You wanna leave me baby be my guest
All i'm gonna do is cry And then i'm gonna find there's someone else And tear the stars out of the sky Looking for something when there's nothing there to be found Make it easy on yourself Go out and find your body someone else And tear the stars out of the sky Baby you're too well-read Baby you're too well-spoken Baby you're too pristine When i cry, do you feel anything? Baby you're too well-read You wanna leave me baby be my guest All i'm gonna do is cry And then i'm gonna find there's someone else And tear the stars out of the sky Baby you're too well-read Baby you're too well-spoken Baby you're far too clean When i cry, do you feel anything? Baby you're too well-read Baby you're too well-read You don't need me anymore You don't need me anymore They say storms are right for summertime Well baby i'm long gone Whatcha gonna do when you open your eyes It's a brand new day and baby No blue skies Baby you're too well-read Baby you're too well-spoken Baby you're too pristine When i cry, do you feel anything? Baby you're too well-read Baby you're too well-spoken Baby you're far too clean When i cry, do you feel anything? Baby you're too well-read |
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from Lloyd Cole - Lloyd Cole (1997)
i got your letter baby the one that said
you been loving me too long maybe we should kick it in the head right on well i guess you've really got some kind of way with words maybe you could be a writer you could do worse 'cause when i saw you i just knew i always would belong to you goodbye baby, well you'll never see my smiling face sweetheart, sweet jane guess you'll find some other killing to take my place ha ha, all right i want my photographs back and my barcelino keep the cartier babe i wouldn't give you the time of day born a lady to the last perfumed stationery does it make you feel good to make me feel ordinary? 'cause when i saw you i just knew i always would belong to you goodbye baby, well you'll never see my smiling face sweetheart, my complete heart's trashed and bleeding with the sordid details in my suitcase right on |
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from Lloyd Cole - Lloyd Cole (1997)
i'm looking for a religious girl
with child-bearing hips and a wedding veil but i'm saddened to report sir, it's not easy this town is full of those cynical girls walking two steps behind forty-five-year-olds i can't bear to hear those church bells ring again so driver can't you drive me a little more slowly i've gotta go can't you find me some george jones on your radio i've gotta go, can't say no, to the church |
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from Lloyd Cole - Lloyd Cole (1997)
you look so good when you're depressed
better even in your current state of undress tears caressing me like rain and i'm not even thinking, i feel fine in your pain the coolest thing i ever saw you were sitting there smoking my cigarettes you were naked on the bare stone floor you looked at me to say don't guess i was only watching, yes i love you more undressed is it really such a sin? should i feel some kind of shame? will i truly go to hell? oh you never lock the bathroom door should i be embarrassed when i've seen a hundred times before how do married couples cope should i say excuse me darling, i don't know we could disconnect the telephone just sit around and mess around and tell your ma we went to rome, tennessee and i'm not even drinking, i feel fine, it's scary is it really such a sin? should i feel some kind of shame? will i truly go to hell? oh well the coolest thing i ever saw you were sitting there smoking my cigarettes you were naked on the bare stone floor you looked at me to say don't guess i was only watching, is it bad that i should love you best undressed |
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from Lloyd Cole - Lloyd Cole (1997)
well it used to be everything was fine
everything, this all was mine all i had to do was write it down you'd just be there with your perfect frown i made up my mind i traded holy water for cheap wine i ran out of time well it used to be everything was fine everything, this all was mine but one fine day, you might say that i, i threw it all away 'cause i made up my mind i traded holy water for cheap wine i ran out of time or something that i can't define i traded my whiskey for your wine leaving my river running dry and a waterline you might say i'm wasting my time you might say well, i don't mind i ran out of time or something that i can't define i traded holy water for cheap wine leaving my river running dry leaving just a waterline just a waterline |
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from Lloyd Cole - Lloyd Cole (1997)
rain on me, i'm not complaining
i'm soaking from my hat down to my shoes rain on me 'cause i'm believing love is something i get to lose what do you know about love? what do you know about love? what do you know about love? what do you know about love? take a look at my face to get my meaning mister i got scars on my knees take a look at these hands i got from praying you better believe i do believe it's raining on bleecker street from my heart down to my feet now doo doo doo doo doo doo... now i know that this blood here is for bleeding sure as jesus is up above he knows my heart is just for pleading but what do you know about love? it's raining on my main street from my heart down to my feet now doo doo doo doo doo doo... raining from my heart down to my feet now what do you know about love? what do you know about love? what do you know about love? what do you know about love? it's raining on bleecker street raining from my heart down to my feet now doo doo doo doo doo doo... raining from my heart down to my feet yessir doo doo doo doo doo doo... (should rain on me now) (falling down on me now now now now) (should rain on me) raining from my heart down to my feet now now what do you know about love? what do you know about love? what do you know about love? what do you know about love? |
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from Lloyd Cole - Don'T Get Weird On Me, Babe (2003)
You were an innocent child before I laid my hands on you
And all that pain that you held inside Was just waiting to bloom in a darkened room And you just flew right into the light and came alive My little butterfly Well, you'd never known love and you'd never known pain But you found out that they were just like wine and champagne You could drink a little more, then you hurt a little less And you'd get that butterfly feeling underneath your dress And your promises would turn into lies Then you'd fly My little butterfly Now I'm lying here, babe, on your side of the bed And I've got unclean thoughts flying through my head And I'm thinking about love, yes I'm thinking about pain And I'm thinking about some way that I might feel good again Yes, I'm thinking about my little butterfly |
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from Lloyd Cole - Don'T Get Weird On Me, Babe (2003)
You walk in my house with her lipstick over your face
You tell me you got news for me Well, do you think I can't see straight? Do you think I can't recognize her perfume on your clothes You tell me you got news for me Well I don't need to be told Let me guess, she's looking for a little peace of mind I don't want to cause any more pain but could I please have what's mine? She's got such a pretty please I never could say no Well, just take a half of everything and then please go Now I know right now you're thinking I'm some crazy kind of fool But the truth of the matter is I'm just like you She's some kind of voodoo woman She said she can't use me anymore That's what she said to me she said I can't use you anymore I don't need her loving, I don't need her kissing I don't need for you to tell me all that I've been missing I don't need her loving, I don't need her kissing I don't need for you to tear me down and tear me down again Every time you give a little more She could still use a little more Every time you give a little more She could still use a little more And when you can't give a little more She could still use a little more She could still use a little more She could still use a little more Tell her that she done me That she done me good Tell her that she done me Like a lady should And if I ever see her And I hope I never do I might have to show her Just what a love can do The sun ain't going to shine And the rain is gonna fall Because I put a spell on you And all the years I cried All the years that I tried To save a stillborn love I know what you're thinking Pretty soon I'll howl at the moon But you better believe me Because I was just like you Mister, read the writing on the wall Get out while you're still whole While you're still breathing I don't need her loving, I don't need her kissing I don't need for you to tell me all that I've been missing I don't need her loving, I don't need her kissing I don't need her to tear me down again |
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from Lloyd Cole - Don'T Get Weird On Me, Babe (2003)
Now that the low life has no meaning
Because you've been there, now you're gone But your heart won't keep from cheating And stringing you along Stranger to me, well what's the lowdown Are you man enough to pray? For a better way of living I believe I've lost my way Oh Mae, could you please hold me I believe I might fall I believe that I might fall Could there be a better way of living Better than the easy way? Could the wretched be forgiven Are you man enough to pray? I wore my heart upon my sleeve To court the wretched and the free But if by chance I'd lost my way Would you help me find it, babe? Oh Mae, could you please hold me I believe I might fall I believe that I might fall I wore my heart upon my sleeve To court the wretched and the free But if by chance I'd lost my way Am I man enough to pray? |
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from Lloyd Cole - Don'T Get Weird On Me, Babe (2003)
She said don't worry baby
I'll do my own crying I'm a big girl now And I'm going to be okay Guess I'll find a new way of living You know I will And you lie there without sleeping And you stare at your wall And you realize you're not weeping You don't need her anymore You say don't hate me baby It won't hurt you if you do You've got no reason not to She kiss you on the head Says there's no easy road for leaving If it hurts you to And you lie there without sleeping And you stare at your wall And you realize you're not weeping You don't need her anymore You walk by the old place Looks like just any other place That's what you say You say I'll be okay Yes, I'll find a new way of living Sure I will And you lie there without sleeping And you stare at your wall And you realize you're not weeping Because you don't need her anymore You guess that it's over |
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from Lloyd Cole - Don'T Get Weird On Me, Babe (2003)
Strange to see you babe, ain't nothing down here free
Did you lose your ticket? hope you weren't looking for me I'm still wearing the scars I got from being your fool You messed me up pretty good babe I didn't mean to ruin you I remember when I first saw you babe you were looking pretty good You said you were looking for love, well then why didn't you? You just sat there taking everything you could get Never thought one day you might have to pay for it Did you ever dream baby one day you might fall And feel your back against the wall? Did you ever dream baby one day you might crawl did you ever dream? Now when you're putting on your face I guess that you feel kind of low Knowing that you past your best and you've got nothing to show Well, baby, you know just as well as I some fool is going to fall your way Only this time around you might have to pay for it Did you ever dream baby one day you might fall And feel your back against the wall? Did you ever dream baby one day you might crawl? Did you ever dream, baby? When you had no need, baby Did you ever dream That you might have to Pay for it? |
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from Lloyd Cole - Don'T Get Weird On Me, Babe (2003)
She said she didn't understand him so she guessed he was deep
He swore he'd never been to college and was too tall to be So as she led him to the slaughter thinking she'd be laughing last Now the lady in the question is his better half She's got to be the stupidest girl I've ever seen She don't care who, why, or where I've been She's got a right to be, with all that's wrong with me But she doesn't want to understand That she's a girl and I'm a man He thought that women and drink would make a man out of him But the extent of his studies left a jaded man So as she led him to the altar he was easily led And when they asked him if he did, well then, this is what he said She's got to be the stupidest girl I've ever seen She don't care who, why, or where I've been She's got a right to be, with all that's wrong with me But she doesn't want to understand That she's a girl and I'm a man Every time she's near me She gives me a new reason to be alive To try to get right She looks right through me She says you're not cool, you're just like me You're a stupid man Get over here, hold my stupid hand She's all right... Weird On Me I didn't mean to get you mad at me, Misty Swear I'd never try and turn your brown eyes blue It's just that having got a taste for this whiskey Maybe I've been missing someone like you Maybe I've been tired Maybe I've been lonely I've been lonely and blue Maybe I've been missing someone like you But I was only trying to be your friend Don't get weird on me, babe Swear I'd never try to mix things up again Don't get weird on me, babe Billy says that you're wearing his ring, now He says he took away the sadness from your smile Guess I tried, hell, if I'd only known how I guess I'll learn when you're walking down that aisle Yes, and I'll be sad and I'll be lonely I'll be lonely and blue Yes and I'll be missing someone like you But I was only trying to be your friend Don't get weird on me, babe Swear I'd never try to mix things up again Don't get weird on me, babe |
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from Lloyd Cole - Don'T Get Weird On Me, Babe (2003)
I've got a little piece of paper with your name written on it
I've got a head full of attitude and nowhere to put it Tell me, why don't you come down to Ruemorgue Avenue Why don't you come down Soil your pretty feet on the dirty ground of Ruemorgue Avenue Well there's a chapel on the corner where I'm doing my crying There's a limit to my patience, what do you say, Fay, let's get married down on Ruemorgue Avenue They say the world keeps on turning, and everything remains the same Well my heart's burning and I say everything must change Why don't you come down to Ruemorgue Avenue Why don't you come down Soil your pretty feet on the dirty ground of Ruemorgue Avenue Rita Mae, tell your sister she's unkind Tell your sister, well, I don't mind Tell your sister, she's got mine I got a four letter word, starts with the letter L Can't bring myself to say it because it's making my life hell Why don't you come down to rue morgue avenue Because I've been drinking all night and all day Just trying to picture your sweet face Down on Ruemorgue Avenue Rita Mae, tell your sister she's unkind Tell your sister, well, I don't mind Tell your sister, she knows where, where I lie Down on Ruemorgue Avenue |
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from Lloyd Cole - Don'T Get Weird On Me, Babe (2003)
Well I don't know but I've been told
and I've seen what you've left behind And I don't know if I like what I see When it's knocking at my door And you don't know if you're laughing or crying And I don't know if I care Because I know right here I've got me Something that you'll never have You might laugh but what are you looking at? Sending your old valentines to the one you never had Well I don't know but I've been told and I've seen what you've left behind And all those ladies you left standing on the corner They're laughing at you now So you drink all night and you sleep all day Because you see what you've left behind And standing on the corner, hey lady, got a quarter? She's passing you by And you don't know if you're laughing or crying And I don't know if I care Because I know right here I've got me Something that you'll never have You might laugh but what are you looking at? Sending your old valentines to the one you never had |
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from Lloyd Cole - Don'T Get Weird On Me, Babe (2003)
Sometimes I get to thinking
I'm a hurting kind of guy Why'd that woman leave me for a lesser kind? If you don't know now, then you never will Is what she said She said I didn't listen Well I know that that's untrue She said I didn't understand her Well I guess that you do Well I guess you do Summer came around Her old blanket on the floor I woke to the slamming of the door Then the rain came And I just let it pour All over me Sometimes I get to thinking down by my own undertakings Now I'm down by the water, black water And I'm looking in She said I wouldn't miss her Well you know that that's unfair She said I wasn't there for her Well I never would have been there, no sir If not for her Summer comes around And I miss that woman more I guess I'll get me somewhere by the fall When the rain comes Well I'll just let it pour All over me Sometimes I get to thinking I'm a hurting kind of guy Why'd that woman leave me for a lesser kind If you don't know now, then you never will Is what she said Summer comes around And I miss that woman more I guess I'll get me somewhere by the fall When the rain comes Well I'll just let it pour All over me |
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from Lloyd Cole - Don'T Get Weird On Me, Babe (2003)
I lost my girl on Monday
Looking for some sympathy I went to church directly The lord was not there for me Didn't go to work on Tuesday Got to drinking around noon I lost my heart to a mean bartender She knocked me off my stool Now the world's spinning round too fast Lord, won't you let me off on the corner You know a man could take to sinning All he needs is a little push in that direction I lost my job on Friday Said a lack of discipline I went to church directly Peter said "He is not in." I hit the bar on Sunday Looking for some discipline I sold my soul to the mean bartender She said I'm born again Now the world's spinning round too fast Lord, won't you let me off on the corner You know a man could take to sinning All he needs a little pushing If you time it just right You could send me to the lions tonight |
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from Lloyd Cole - Don'T Get Weird On Me, Babe (2003)
If every lover that you'd ever known
Could turn around would you take one? Or would you really rather be alone And fool around if and when you might please Well, I don't know babe if you ever have been told But you're a tough one to play for I tried to be what you were looking for Now I'm not sure if you ever really knew You know the world won't wait, babe, you're crying too late And you're drinking on borrowed time And the last thing you need is me and my weeping wine You sit around sticking pins in dolls What's there to fall down and die for? You're looking fine baby it's well known Why does your story have to be so short? Well, pretty soon babe you're gonna show your age Because you're drinking on borrowed time And then the last thing you need is me and my weeping wine You know the world won't wait, babe you're crying too late You're drinking on borrowed time And the last thing you need is me and my weeping wine |
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from Lloyd Cole - Don'T Get Weird On Me, Babe (2003)
If I told you that I'd never really cared
And if I told you that I'd never cried you'd know that I lied You'd know lied And if I told you that I'd found somebody new It wouldn't make it any easier and what he doesn't know Won't hurt at all You know just as well as I that he's a better man than I and I know you know Guess I never got around to telling you I guess that if I told you now then I'd have nothing to lose Well, I think of you Because if I told you that I'd found another girl It wouldn't make it any easier and what he doesn't know Won't hurt at all You know just as well as I That he's a better man than I could ever be |
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