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I keep my head uptight
I make my plans at night And I don't sleep I don't sleep I don't sleep 'til it's light Something's flowing, someone buried alive There is an awful sound This haunted town And it will not it will not it will not just be quiet Some ghosts sing. Someone get called to the life Spend boring hours in the office tower In a bus on a bus back home to you and That's fine I'm barely alive It's just a matter of time No one gets out alive And I'm content I'm content I'm content to be quiet It's only six. Someone get called to the life You know our hearts beat time out very slowly You know our hearts beat time They're waiting for something that'll never arrive You know our hearts beat time out very slowly You know our hearts beat time They're waiting for something that'll never arrive I keep my head on tight I make my plans at night And I don't sleep I don't sleep I don't sleep 'til it's light Pulse flowing, someone buried alive And if that head opens we built a life of work Where we're chain chain chain chain, chained to the life But that's fine, our blood is alive You know our hearts beat time out very slowly You know our hearts beat time They're waiting for something that'll never arrive |
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I got a number on me
I got a number Won't make it through the high noon sun Well I am my father's son And I am my father's son His bed is made And I was a hero Early in the morning I ain't no hero In the night I am my father's son And I'll build a house inside of you I'll go in through the mouth I'll draw three figures on your heart One of them will be me as a boy And one of them will be me And One of them will be me watching you run Watching you run Into the high noon sun Watching you run Farther than guns will go You are a runner With a stolen voice And you are a runner And I am my father's son I am my father's son I am my father's son |
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I saw a secret place
Oh yes, show it to me again show me to Your secret place Oh yes, show it to me again, show it to me. I know everybody's got something disgraceful Everybody, that's what the sake of… It looks so pretty in the light? In the night's light Show it to me again, show it to me again, Show it to me again, show it to me, oh I'm sorry about the dark… Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum [bum]… I'm sorry about the dark… Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum [bum]… You breathe (clapclapclap) Deeper than I do, (clapclapclap) I do. (clapclapclapclap clap) He breathes (clapclapclap) Deeper than I do, (clapclapclap) I do. (clapclapclapclap clap) I breathe shallow like I could've spied on spite One time I spied on you. I'm sorry about the dark… Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum [bum]… I'm sorry about the dark… Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum [bum]… Everybody got their lid on tight, Everybody says, “Come with me, I'm easy, and then we'll see who's got the secrets.” So if you're looking for romance I got answers Where the dancers evidently say, “Come with me, I'm easy, and we'll see who is the deepest.” And everybody got their hair just right, And their lips just right, and their eyes say, “Come with me, I'm easy, and then we'll see who gots the secrets.” No one has to see, believe me Oh, I'm sorry about the dark… Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum [bum]… |
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Where did you go?
Across the sea? Sat on the beach With the rusting machines? Where did you go? Across the sea? Sat on the beach With the rusting machines? I know there was a time Before we were born We stood in the trees Heads filled with nothing I know there was a time Before we were born We stood in the trees Heads filled with nothing An angel with its wings on fire Become an angel with its wings on fire I’m in the basement delivering the hours With famous sticks we Threw rocks at the sky Old cities where they built things high Got famous sticks we Threw rocks at the sky Old cities where they built things high I know there was a time Before we were born We stood in the trees Heads filled with nothing I know there was a time Before we were born We stood in the trees Heads filled with nothing They had a photograph (All I wanted were) A Lousy Picture Of You (Lovely pictures of you) Just suckers to my review (All I have are lousy pictures of you) They had a photograph (All I wanted were) A Lousy Picture Of You (Lovely pictures of you Just suckers to my review (Oh, oh, oh, lousy pictures of you) They had a photograph (All I wanted were A lousy Picture Of You (Lovely pictures of you) Just suckers to my review (Oh, oh, oh, lousy pictures of you) They had a photograph (All I wanted were pictures of you) A lousy Picture Of You (All I have are lousy pictures of you) Just suckers to my review (Oh, oh, oh, oh, lousy pictures of you) An angel with its wings on fire Become an angel with its wings on fire I'm in the basement delivering the hours I'm in the basement just killing the hours. |
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