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| 1. |
| 3:43 | 
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White label on the backseat
Glows an artificial green I crave a midnight something I crave and something hunts me down I'm scaring everybody I'm wearing everybody down White label on the backseat And something bends me over, down I crave an empty lifestyle I crave the very loudest sound I'm chasing everybody I'm shaking everybody down Do you hear the loudest sound? And you and me in the echo? White label on the backseat And something warm across my lap I never bitched at anyone I never asked for my heart back I'm loving everybody And hating everyone I see Do you still remember me? Floating out on the echo |
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| 2. |
| 4:29 |
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The neighbors dog won't let you sleep Try not to stare at the neighbors hair Out of the chaos, my us and your daddy's fingernail Your mama's here and your daddy's hot So hush-a-bye, baby don't you cry Out of the chaos, my us and your little fontanelle Ten thousand miles of moonscape Don't keep anybody away after all Close to the source, on a white trash moon Under the horny sun of July The neighbors gun won't let you sleep Try not to stare at their underwear Out of the chaos, my us and the coyote's lonely wail Ten thousand miles of moonscape Don't keep anybody away after all Close to the source, on a white trash moon Under the horny sun of July |
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| 1:36 |
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Walk a mile, then walk another mile
When you hit the fog rehearse your smile Underground, it's quiet underground Rolling in like thunder makes no sound Peace of mind and empty all the time Like sand under the snow, I make you mine |
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| 4. |
| 3:23 |
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Eyes in the back of your head
Ear to the ground Love in the back of your mind We're on a hill, stay very still I would love a better drug You lucky jerk I'm so unsettled I'm superstitious You're so rattled you're suspicious You lucky jerk You left your lion on a beach in Costa Rica It wasn't tame I caught us kissing on a plane in California It wasn't tame, but just the same I would love a better drug You lucky jerk |
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| 4:08 |
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A high
That's a swell take on this situation I was trying to rectify I was trying to skip out on this high Keep away from the freaks on the fringe They only talk to you 'Cause you give them a good excuse to cry But in a cleaner light, it's ok In a cleaner light, it's ok In a better light, it's ok In a better light, it's ok This strange old sunshine beats me senseless But it's supposed to be keeping me healthy It's a lie You're a strange old thing that keeps me senseless But you're supposed to be keeping me company But in a cleaner light, it's ok In a cleaner light, it's ok In a better light, it's ok In a better light, it's ok I wake up feeling fragile It's nothing the TV couldn't cure Or lying here for my whole life But in a cleaner light, it's ok In a cleaner light, it's ok In a better light, it's ok In a better light, it's ok They only talk to you 'cause you're there |
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| 6. |
| 2:58 |
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Breakfast at the movies Gatorade and blackjack on the bed God bless the ugly Cheap champagne and blackjack on the bed I was born in America, born with the fists of a saint Way out of range Breakfast in the hallway Pistachios and cocktails on the roof God bless the hard way You're the only easy substitute I was born in America, born with the fists of a cowboy Home on the range |
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| 5:06 |
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Arrest the boy
Warm between the eyes As he jackknifes into winter Stung like a cutthroat trout in the cathedral heat Sick as a dog, shaking like a leaf You have to look close to see what this disease has done to me Arrest the boy The hayseed with the song in his heart As he writhes through the winter Stung like a cutthroat trout in the cathedral heat Sick as a dog, shaking like a leaf You have to look close to see what this disease has done to me You go whole hog when you like someone I go apeshit when you forget me Well, I forget what it's like to be kissing in the middle of a terrible dream I forget what it's like to be kissing in the middle of a terrible storm What a terrible thing To be kissing the middle of you |
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| 8. |
| 4:28 |
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Terrible wine Set you free Damn slap-happy sleep C'mon out, c'mon out Oh mercy, mercy me Terrible wine Draws ou out Damn slap-happy in the dugout C'mon down, c'mon down Oh mercy, mercy me And when you're smoke, how do you speak? Smoke signals? Write on trees? C'mon out, c'mon out Write with me |
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| 9. |
| 4:26 |
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The best of us puking The rest of us not doing so well You can tell by the way we look over your shoulder Watching for the next big thing Caffeine in the blood, caffeine on the brain, bad well water Set off a chain reaction, a desparate set of principles I wish we were lonely I wish we were boring It's so much easier You're driving and I am your backseat shadow The radio keeps playing The radio keeps saying "Nothing lost and nothing gained" But if you don't like it then leave What if you won't take it from me? I can soothe you I feel your heart beating I hear your soft breathing |
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| 10. |
| 3:08 |
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Nothing like chrome when it shines
No better weather to drive If you squint you can see it If you limp you can reach it All I want is Spring All I want is you, smiling All I want is green All I want is you, smiling Faithful to the finish, I'm grateful to be in this with you A fucker of a lifeline A mother of a lifetime with you |
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| 11. |
| 5:13 |
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This is no time to fuck up Scooting around the linoleum On all fours, what for again? Better yourself for somebody else This is no time to wrestle You're gonna burst a blood vessel What for again? We could be falling in love, like nobody else Tonight your dream is safe with me Tomorrow we wake up in L.A. This is no time to make love Rolling around the linoleum We fall and we'll fall again Better yourself than somebody else Walking out on clay feet Walking out the long way What are you gonna say? What the hell are you gonna say? Tonight your secret's safe with me Tomorrow we wake up in L.A. Such a lovely dream What a lovely place |
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| 12. |
| 2:27 |
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Was it me, or the cold? Made you give up hope Made you lose your faith in the afterlife And all she made Was it me, or the heat? Made you not believe Made you lose your faith in the afterlife and all that breathes |
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| 0:56 | 
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