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| 4:46 | 
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| 2. |
| 15:55 |
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| 3. |
| 3:03 |
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| 4. |
| 7:28 |
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| 5. |
| 2:51 |
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| 6. |
| 4:15 |
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| 7. |
| 4:24 |
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| 8. |
| 3:26 | 
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Look at me,
Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you again. Although you're a solid pile of hate, You're still pretty like a cake. Pulling out a bat at the Kill Me Court, Slaps me that I can't handle you... But yes, no, yes, no, yes, Tell me how to live! Boy Soprano, Racing me away from here. Boy Soprano, Where will go tonight? Boy Soprano, Do what you can to shock me. Boy Soprano, I hope you make it, I hope you have. When you get to be my age, The police don't assume that you still like to light things on fire... Bearing that in mind I wouldn't trust me either! But it was the two of us, Watching two bunnies hope across the Peach Street Gang. Yes, no, yes, no, yes, Confide in me; you don't want to die. Look from the stains on my gloves to the stains on yours, Thanks for telling me that Vodka is a pansy drink. But the handball is in your court little boy. Boy Soprano, Take me away from here, Boy Soprano, Where will we go tonight? Boy Soprano, Do what you can to shock me. Boy Soprano, I hope you make it, I hope you have. |
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| 9. |
| 7:46 |
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| 10. |
| 4:02 |
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last bus sails away
and night calls an end to another day no more you can do to fight the things you need to get you through someone to be strong some belief that on the way some peace could be found we're all the same as the last bus sails away last bus sails away and everything you were falls away only this remains always underneath our tired games clear eyed or confused a quiet heart still feels the same angered or amused we're lost again as the last bus sails away |
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| 11. |
| 5:15 |
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Lilacs and tiger-lilies
Won't be enough for me when you're gone Hollyhocks, gladiolas Could never replace your face In your little pink house With the blue polka-dots I learned what I was And what I was not Supposed to be Supposed to be Supposed to be Supposed to be Bleeding heart, lily-of-the-valley Snapdragon, rambling rose You'll never make it in this world If you're not one of those In your little pink house With the blue polka-dots I learned what I was And what I was not Supposed to be Supposed to be Supposed to be Supposed to be Diadem, orange sensation Diorama, bell canto Baby-Lune, and princess too But you were the one I chose |
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