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| 5:15 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:12 | 
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I can see clearly nothing as clear
I keep falling apart ev'ry year Let's take a hammer to it There's no glamour in it Is there any way out of this dream I'm as blue as i can possibly be Is there someone else out there for me Summer is dragging it's feet I feel so incomplete Is there any way out of this dream |
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| 3. |
| 3:54 |
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Here comes the bride
And there goes the groom Looks like a hurricane Went thru this room Smells like a poolhall Where's my other shoe And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you Looks like you spent the nite in a trench And tell me, How long have you been combing your hair with a wrench Blue roses are dead And the violets are too And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you Well, I've told you before I won't tell you again You don't defrost the icebox With a ball point pen This railroad apartment Is held together with glue And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you Because I know I been swindled I never bargained for this Once more you never cared about me Why don't you get your own place So you can live like you do And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you Take all your relatives And all of your shoes Believe me I'll really swing When you're gone I'll be living on chicken and wine After we're thru With someone I pick up after you With someone I'll pick up after you With someone I'll pick up after you with someone I'll pick up after you |
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| 4. |
| 5:53 |
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Old Boyfriends,
Lost in the pocket of your overcoat, Like burned out lite bulbs on a Ferris Wheel. Old Boy friends, You remember the kinds of cars they drove, Parking in an orange grove. He fell in love you see, With someone that I used to be. Tho I very seldom think of him, Nevertheless sometimes a mannequin's Blue satin dress can make the window Like a dream Ah but now those dreams belong to someone else, Now they talk endlessly In a drawer where I keep All my Old Boyfriends Remember when you were burning for them? Why do you keep turning them into Old Boyfriends? They look you up when they're in town To see if they can still burn you down You fell in love you see With someone that I used to be Old Boyfriends Turn up every time it rains, Fall out of the pages in a magazine Old Boyfriends. Girls fill up the bars every spring, Not places for remembering. Old boyfriends All my old boyfriends Old boyfriends |
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| 5. |
| 2:51 |
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Broken bicycles,
Old busted chains, With busted handle bars Out in the rain. Somebody must Have an orphanage for All these things that nobody Wants any more September's reminding July It's time to be saying good-bye. Summer is gone, Our love will remain. Like old broken bicycles Out in the rain. Broken Bicycles, Don't tell my folks; There's all those playing cards Pinned to the spokes, Laid down like skeletons out on the lawn. The wheels won't turn When the other has gone. The seasons can turn on a dime, Somehow I forget every time; For all the things that you've given me Will always stay Broken, but I'll never throw them away |
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| 6. |
| 4:27 |
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I'm just a scarecrow
with out you baby please don't disappear I beg your pardon dear I gotta a bottle full of trumpet a hatbox full of drum I beg your pardon dear I got upset I lost my head I didn't mean the things I said You are the landscape Of my dreams Darlin' I beg your pardon I'd give your Boardwalk And Park Place And all of my hotels I beg your pardon dear Please don't go back to St. Louis Can't you tell that I'm sincere I beg your pardon dear |
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| 7. |
| 3:41 |
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Come blow your horn
The dish ran away with the spoon Home again home again Saturday morn Never gets up before noon She used to render You legal and tender When you used to Send her your promises boy A dill or a dollar Unbutton your collar Come out and holler Out all of your noise Little boy blue Come blow your top Cut it rite down to the quick Don't sit home and cry On the fourth of july Around now you're hittin' bricks So abracadabra Now she disappeared Now everything's canada dry So watch your behavior And rattle your cane With a bottle of bourbon Good-bye Little boy blow Lost little bo peep She fell thru a hole in the nest Now ain't it peculiar That she's finally cooled your Big wheels just like all of the rest Whenever it rains The umbrella complain They're always gettin' played for a chump So mark and strike it She's history now And you're hangin' out at the pump Little boy blue... She used to render... |
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| 8. |
| 2:59 |
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| 9. |
| 2:21 |
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You can't unring a bell, junior It'll cost ya to get out of this one, junior Cause he's got big plans That don't include you take it like a man cause you, you can't unring a bell, sucker you'll need an attorney for this journey, junior how's it feel how do you like it in the slam you're a little man in a great big town perhaps you were a little hasty heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh you can't take back the things you said, man Cause you can't unring a bell, Junior aaghhhh hurts don't it take it like a man get it thru your head suffer heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh |
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| 10. |
| 5:45 |
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As you go out it's Independence Day; But instead I'll just pour myself a drink. It's got to be love, I've never felt this way. Oh baby, this one's from the heart The shadows in the road look like a railroad track. I wonder if he's (ever) really comin' back. The moon's a yellow stain across the sky. Oh baby, this one's from the heart (Maybe) And I'll go down to the corner and get a racin' form, (But) And I should prob'ly wait here by the phone. And the brakes need adjustment on the convertible Oh baby, this one's from the heart The worm is climbin' the other color tree Robin is back against the wall; Pour myself a double sympathy Oh baby, this one's from the heart. Blondes, brunettes, and redheads put their hammer down (To put ) don't pound a cold chisel thru my heart. But they were nothin' but apostrophes. O baby, this one's from the heart. I can't tell, is that a siren or a saxophone? But the roads get so slipp'ry (when it rains) I love you more than all these words can ever say Oh baby, this one's from the heart. |
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| 1:36 |
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Take me home you silly boy
put your arms around me Take me home you silly boy all the world?s not around without you I?m so sorry that I broke your heart please don?t leave my side Take me home you silly boy ?cause I?m still in love with you |
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| 12. |
| 1:00 |
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| 13. |
| 2:44 |
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| 14. |
| 5:21 |
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