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I count the cases piled up high. For the 1: 15.
For platform and for passerby. It's the same routine. I'm ranting while I’m raving, There's nothing here worth saving. Tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. Well there's a few things I gotta say. And make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I've had Abandoned me. All I want to do is hide. It's graduation day. And everything I learned inside Didn't seem to pay. I've had my fill of palm trees. And lighting up Grauman's Chinese. Tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me. A sad and lonesome me. I'm the walking wounded. And I'd say it to your face. But I can't find my place. So tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me. A sad and lonesome me. A sad and lonesome me. A sad and lonesome me. |
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I've heard people say they've come for miles
To pay their due respects (for mileage, each expects). "A pillar of community and style". "At heart, a family man Who'd had a change of plan". Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley, Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. What's it say about me that I'm bored? Don't need another speech To know I'm out of reach. Someone made a joke about the lord And somehow it relates To a dash between the dates. Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley, Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. I don't expect you to. You've got other things to do In a life I now know that I never really knew. The light are going out. They shut the lid. I guess I lost the thread. I'm in over my head. Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley, Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. |
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We took the crowd,
You were drunk and I was loud. We pulled a fast one zigzagging around. Made our way To a table straight away. And if you're able… Baby, bet everything. You're going to lose But believe it or not you'll be highly amused 'Cause what's it worth anyway? It's just another broken part. Give 'em your artificial heart. Pass the hat; chalk up a real debt. Fancy that! I fucking called it! Now we're on a roll. Lose some more. Show him it's worth dying for And play your favorite. Baby bet everything You're going to lose But believe it or not you'll be highly amused 'Cause what's it worth anyway? It's just another broken part. Give 'em your artificial heart. Punched the floor And through the door. And baby, may I just say on a side note. Nothing's changed. (Just rearranged For you to fix. You're awesome at it). But these tricks Are just theatrics Wearing your battery out. So splash your face And put on that gown. It's a race and I'm heading back down. Baby, bet everything. You're going to lose But believe it or not you'll be highly amused Because what's it worth anyway? It's just another broken part And I just can't get the thing to start. Here is my artificial heart. |
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Let's say that was then.
Here we go again. All our friends are filling the room. It's like a play, And the words that I'll say Are not for you. They're for that costume. Giving you hope That when they pull the rope It's on a happy ending. But baby, I'm pretending. Isn't it hard? The windows are barred But you can't let go and can't hold onto Anything sure, That's attached and secure. Looking for a lifeline online; Something to show That I really do know. So that file I'm sending but baby I'm pretending. Baby I'm pretending even though I know better But I can't refuse 'Cause, although on a ruse You've come to me depending, baby I'm pretending. Baby I'm pretending. Baby I'm pretending. |
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Hold my head up,
Turn around Mary Lynn. Hold my head up, Turn around Mary Lynn. And if you'd only stay the night You'd see it's not so Black and white. And on a hard day Put your cares away And pray. |
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Every eye will go to you.
You do not have a doubt. 'Cause baby, these appearances Are what it's all about. And if I told you how that looks You'd say I've got a nervea| Just another particle That we can all observe As you trot it out. You know how. You trot it out. You know how. You had a ball at Edendale. I'll never guess who came! The guy who played the lover in That film without a name. He lavishes praise upon you, And fetched umbrella'd drinks. And when you think he likes you Then you like the way he thinks. So you trot it out. You know how. You trot it out, babe. You know how. The merits of my argumenta" Given up for dead. But, humbled by the universe Revolving 'round your head, Suddenly you're telling me, That, credit where it's due, Every blessing come your way You've been entitled to. (Oh, you trot it out babe You know how). So captivate my interest with An answer for it all. A destiny's awaiting youa| You sort of feel the call. But you can't help me with this bit Of text you memorize. You can make excuses But you don't apologize. No, you trot it out. You know how. You trot it out. You know how To trot it out, babe. You know. You know how. |
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Baby calm down.
Baby come back down to the ground. Let me hold you; Let me hold this moment a spell. I can tell That there's really not a lot of options open For another kind of aftermath. You're hoping that there's something else that you can do to Make it come true, Make it perfect, Make it O.K.. Light the marquees. Santa Anas twist through the trees. And while the line swings, Putting all your light things with his. Trouble is That there's really not a lot of options open For another kind of aftermath you're hoping. But there's something else that you can do to Make it come true, Make it perfect, Make it O.K.. And there's really not a lot of options open For another kind of aftermath. You're hoping that there's something else that you can do to Make it come true, Make it perfect, Make it O.K.. |
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I'm on automatic
And you gotta flip the switch. Baby there's a box in the attic But I couldn't tell you which was which. It's all become a running joke. I'm what you might call simple folk. But everything'll turn out fine. Things are looking up. In the meantime Things are looking up. I'm swinging through the top of the valley, Felling like the missing link. But there's another schematic and look, she's getting me a drink While putting flowers on his crypt 'Cause Valentino's lost the script. But everything'll turn out fine. Things are looking up. In the meantime Things are looking up. You blew another ring. I thought you'd quit. Along with calling misfits But it's me your looking up. I'm on automatic. The only person left to frisk. I know I'm being over-dramatic But I think I'm going to run that risk, Of walking down the same old plank. And maybe I'm about to tank, But everything'll turn out fine. Things are looking up. In the meantime Things are looking up In the meantime. |
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I count the cases piled up high. For the 1: 15.
For platform and for passerby. It's the same routine. I'm ranting while I’m raving, There's nothing here worth saving. Tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. Well there's a few things I gotta say. And make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I've had Abandoned me. All I want to do is hide. It's graduation day. And everything I learned inside Didn't seem to pay. I've had my fill of palm trees. And lighting up Grauman's Chinese. Tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me. A sad and lonesome me. I'm the walking wounded. And I'd say it to your face. But I can't find my place. So tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me. A sad and lonesome me. A sad and lonesome me. A sad and lonesome me. |
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I've heard people say they've come for miles
To pay their due respects (for mileage, each expects). "A pillar of community and style". "At heart, a family man Who'd had a change of plan". Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley, Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. What's it say about me that I'm bored? Don't need another speech To know I'm out of reach. Someone made a joke about the lord And somehow it relates To a dash between the dates. Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley, Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. I don't expect you to. You've got other things to do In a life I now know that I never really knew. The light are going out. They shut the lid. I guess I lost the thread. I'm in over my head. Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley, Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. |
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Whatever news you had
Whatever shoes you had Whatever made you mad enough On the promenade you can Give it a rest Give it a seat Or in the glass you can cut your feet Pop a knee Flesh torn And everything else seems A little worse for worn A simple thing, I admit Out I never did figure it I can tell that I'm about to I can tell when I'm without you I've seen you juggle I've seen your best I've seen you running out of luck you pressed I've seen the scores on how far up you fessed Until a thinner air is what you're breathing now So catch your breath Don't just stand there holding it I've seen you die a little death I'm pretty sure you were here But lately things tend to disappear Like the days I never got around to I can tell when I'm without you Psychic on the corner 'Palms and Runes, Tarot and Tea' The proprietor gives matches to the girls in line For Club Diplomacy Be he's not on to me Crossed Olympic to collect my fee But there's no one in this neighborhood who I can tell when I'm without you I can tell when I'm without you I can tell when I'm without you |
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The fire that this town can see
Is me alight in effigy I suppose baby don't want me around She threw my stuff into a pit And laughed aloud as I dove after it I suppose baby don't want me around Is this the place you want to be? Out of the woods Out of control And is it really only me Who never gets here with you She changed the number, changed the lock A rubber door in case I knock I suppose baby don't want me around Is this the place you want to be? Out of the woods Out of control And is it really only me Who never gets here with you Looking up your balcony By the light of the moon I will be I suppose baby don't want me around The stars above they are not real They are the sparks from smitten steel I propose forging is making that sound Baby don't want me around Baby don't want me I suppose my baby don't want me around |
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Baby calm down.
Baby come back down to the ground. Let me hold you; Let me hold this moment a spell. I can tell That there's really not a lot of options open For another kind of aftermath. You're hoping that there's something else that you can do to Make it come true, Make it perfect, Make it O.K.. Light the marquees. Santa Anas twist through the trees. And while the line swings, Putting all your light things with his. Trouble is That there's really not a lot of options open For another kind of aftermath you're hoping. But there's something else that you can do to Make it come true, Make it perfect, Make it O.K.. And there's really not a lot of options open For another kind of aftermath. You're hoping that there's something else that you can do to Make it come true, Make it perfect, Make it O.K.. |
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