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| 1. |
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Styling, you know you are styling
So turn to the mirror and blow yourself a kiss It goes just like this You've done it a thousand times It's as easy as drinking wine, only now it's blood Here it come again (treating you so kind) Till it comes again (leaving you no mind) Your feelings, they flow without reason So look to the stars above and Blow it all away I come without warning Some call me morning, I wipe all your tears away, the evil ones I kill Here it comes again (treating you so kind) Till it comes again |
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| 2. |
| 4:46 |
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HEY! WHAT?? "Oh nothing, just wondering why it is you're doing
that whatever it is you're doing. "Oh yeah, why?" I dunno it just doesn't seem like something >you'dyou |
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| 3. |
| 1:32 |
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From the day I was born, I took the bull by the horns, and gave you
plenty to scorn, well right on! Then you said in a song that life was gettin real tough, but hey I think that you're bluffing, what of it? Introduce yourself (right on!) Now two decades gone by and I know that's a long time, para tiempo means nada nunca. Cause I'm still the same asshole and I still wet my pants every time that I see your face (who are you?) Introduce yourself (right on!) Hey Mr. Biggs, Hey Mr. Bestall, Hey Mr. Warner what's up? Hey Mr. Enigma, Hey Mr. Bigtime, Hey Mr. Epic, What's going on? Introduce yourself (right on!) |
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| 4. |
| 4:38 |
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Candle light, it burns in every hole of your eyes
It's beautiful, how much you'll never realize So hush my love, there's something I'm to tell you now Your time has come, around again my sleepless one Your friend was young, hung and plastered He never knew his own disaster I think it's good, in fact it was faster Cause it was you that he was after Hold me now, as if you'll never let me go Unhand me now, as if you've always known my name His love was king, his love was master He needed more, he needed always He searched in vein for love and shelter In every soul, in every hallway So you thought she'd be sweeter than your girlfriend Peter Well give it a second chance cause you've yet to meet her We got the same ideas, we got the same old fears They're different colors sometimes, but, hey, who cares? Just years that tears our lives apart Just like the time that you tried to teach your cousin to walk He couldn't do it-push!-you told him twice Well, I do man but it just don't jive Tried so hard to control my behavior I tried so hard, so hard to believe you But now I live only to deceive you... |
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| 5. |
| 3:02 |
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There's nothing I'd like more than to let you in
But now you're on the other side and there's no way To feel your breath of life upon my face Cause with the state you're in there wouldn't be a trace No I wake up every night with this emptiness inside Hasn't been the same since you left without a trace |
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| 6. |
| 4:02 |
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We care a lot
We care a lot We care a lot about disasters, fires, floods and killer bees about Los Angeles falling in the sea about starvation and the food that Live Aid bought about disease, baby, Rock Hudson, Rock Yeah! We care a lot We care a lot We care a lot about the gamblers and the pushers and the freaks about the people who live off the street about the welfare of all the boys and girls about you people cause we're out to save the world Yeah! (chorus) And it's a dirty job but someone's got to do it! We care a lot about the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines about the NY, SF, and LAPD about you people, about your guns about the wars you're fighting gee, that looks like fun We care a lot about the Cabbage Patch, The Smurfs, and DMC about Madonna and we cop for Mr.T about the little things, the bigger things we top about you people, yeah, you bet we care a lot (chorus) And it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it |
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| 7. |
| 3:12 |
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Don't put that thing too close to my head
It took this long just to get ahead, he says He knows for sure, but that he can't decide Between his decency and this matter of pride So he's growing up on time, he's growing up in the middle... And it burns, and it burns, the sun burns Oh, now I can really feel it. How could you ever stand it? We've got the same ideas, we got the same old fears; Different colors sometimes, but hey, who cares? It's just years that shears our lives apart, like the Time you tried to teach your nephew to fart, he couldn't do it. PUSH! So he's growing up on time, I'm growing up in the middle... Oh, now I can really feel it. How could you ever stand it? I'm not the kind of person who would say it, if it wasn't the truth And then you go and tell a friend that her heart's on fire And it has no meaning. Now and only now I know the difference when you tell me There is no difference. So she's growing up on time, she's growing up in the middle... Now's the time to evaluate between the love you give And the love that you take. "It's not a matter of opinion, when it comes down to it, It's just a difference of opinion, that much I can take." So I'm growing up on time, I'm growing up in the middle... And it burns |
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| 8. |
| 5:52 |
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"And after all the feelings go, I see I still love you so
I just thought I'd let you know now that everything's okay And you are on your way back, back to where you came" She said with pain in her heart, it was there from the start Now I know why everything turns grey, but it's our own world we paint And I want the brightest, I want florescence every day and night For the rest of my life, open your eyes, won't you? Can't you see you're so beautiful to me? Don't look back, as a matter of fact There's a ten foot Jack wants to break your back You stole his girl, you wrecked his world Now it's your your head that he's gonna twirl He won't think once, he won't think twice 'Cause he knows just what he's gonna do tonight He will commit a crime, a crime of love And he won't be happy 'til he sees your blood Looking back on when you left me Standing in the rain Don't look back, as a matter of fact There's a son of a bitch and he's digging a ditch For you my friend, my lucky one So grab your things, it's time to run to the other side Where love takes pride And your soul's the only thing that stays alive Ma maooba goo goo ga ga Hey! Quit talkin that terminal jive! Looking back on when I left you... Crying in pain Don't look back...(1st verse) Looking back on when you left me Standing in the rain, incredible pain I understand, you have to be your own person and that's ok with me Hurts, hurts, hurts like a like a motherfucker Love, it hurts, it kills, like a sonofabitch That feeling, it gets me, down inside, deep down there No further, keep going, oh man, that's right out my system |
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| 9. |
| 3:43 |
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It doesn't really matter, the things you say to me
Cause if I had a ladder, up there is where I'd be Outta here where the air is cold, you're messing with my mind Hey! You do it every time, Hey! And the season comes around Once more,once more. It doesn't really matter, the things you try to say It doesn't really matter, you say 'em every day Right now just give me more blood Just give it to me deep red A flowing river crimson A flowing river burning with desire It's great, but I never said how great Hey, you never really asked, well, I'm asking you right now So shut up and explain What's on your mind |
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| 10. |
| 2:53 |
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She looked at me and did the bosa nova
I smiled at her and then just walked away then the lights came on and it was over to my surprise, she wasn't a girl at all so I packed it up and took to a rock show... where you can feel the pulse getting stronger & you can only hear the beat for so long I asked if there was any way to stop it No, he said, just smile and act as if... you worship the very ground on which they walk on no way a temporary absence of gesture a hidden meaning known to everyone a slight misconception of leizure don't see how that could hurt anyone...I know...but spirit, excellence, further down the road, these are the tools you'll need further down the road. so lets pack it up and take it somewhere special from a quintessential, existential nightmare to a sanctuary waiting in the sun |
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