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I'm not a little boy, I've lived alone and never loved so more
But when she touches me I'm on the way, I'm underneath the floor Like ice in the sun I melt away Whenever she comes I melt away Like in in the sun I melt away I sit down in a chair and read a book as if I couldn't there But she is in a room and I must look I see her everywhere Like ice in the sun I melt away Whenever she comes I melt away Like in in the sun I melt away She opens up her eyes as if to speak She looks at me and I am weak Her eyes they seem much bigger than before I cannot think anymore Like ice in the sun I melt away Whenever she comes I melt away Like in in the sun I melt away Like ice in the sun I melt away Whenever she comes I melt away Like ice in the sun I melt away |
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When I look up to the sky
I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow I rush home to bed I soak my head I see your face underneath my pillow I wake next morning, tired, still yawning See your face come peeping through my window Pictures of matchstick men and you Pictures of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you Windows echo your reflection When I look in their direction now When will this haunting stop? Your face it just won't leave me alone Pictures of matchstick men and you Mirages of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you You in the sky, you with this guy You make men cry, you lie You in the sky, you with this guy You make men cry, you lie Pictures of matchstick men and Pictures of matchstick men and you Pictures of matchstick men .... |
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Heading down the back turnpike, signposts are pointing west
Fell into the lonely dustpipe, hope my pick-up can stand the test But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like New Orleans But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na Guess I didn't make it in the city, but that's just the way that it goes 'Cos there's a lotta lunatics, crazy ghostmen, baby, don't like the shape of my nose But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like New Orleans But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like New Orleans But I'm doing all right now.. |
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She was sold at the paradise flats
Tell me, what d'you think of that? No goodbye, just a pat on the back Well I know she's made her mind up That she don't need me around I'm trying just to see what you're trying to do to me Your trying to screw me down Right through the ground oh yeah In paradise flats there's rooms for hire, No-one cares who you are You won't come back, it's too late now You've been seen too much I know what you are You won't come back, no you won't come back Well I know she's made her mind up That she don't need me around Oh I'm trying just to see what you're trying to do to me Your trying to screw me down Right through the ground oh yeah |
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Ah well, I've got a woman and I love, love her so
She is big, fat and lazy but I want you all to know That I love her and I need that woman so She is my little lady and I'm glad that you all know When she wakes in the morning and her figure tells no lies My eyesight is broken when the light shines on her thighs But I love her and I need that woman so Oh how can I tell you what I'd do if she should go And I love her and I need that woman so Oh well how can I tell you what I would do if she should go Ah well she is so lazy, how she moves I'll never know She was so different eleven years ago But I love her and I need that woman so She's a big lakky lady but I love that woman so |
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If I see you hiding in the night by a peppercorn tree
The tree it moves, lets me see what I wanna see A poison gaze of your mind is all that's worrying me. The pictures that I see are seen by no-one else but me To cause the night to be in sight, a little point of me I imagine nearly anything I want to see. Black veils of melancholy falling on me Black veils keep shadowing my mind Black veils that make my mind seem small Black veils of melancholy falling on me Black veils keep shadowing my mind Black veils that make my mind seem small I see you with my eyes closed getting closer and closer to me I open my eye up and you're not there It's all in my mind Black veils of melancholy falling on me Black veils keep shadowing my mind Black veils that make my mind seem small Black veils of melancholy falling on me Black veils keep shadowing my mind Black veils that make my mind seem small |
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People all around they look at you, and I have seen them sneer
But they don't realise how much I need you, so let me make it very clear That you won't have to worry just 'cos your clothes are torn Your windows they need cleaning and the weeds are growing high But Little Miss Nothing I won't pass you by You have no daddy to tell your troubles to, but don't you worry I'll share them with you We won't worry about the stormy weather, if you have troubles we'll share them together Your house is nearly falling, but I'll change all that for you Your windows they need cleaning and the weeds are growing high But Little Miss Nothing I won't pass you by Now I will clean your windows, cut the weeds from high to low I will mend your rooftops, and the taps again will flow But Little Miss Nothing I won't let you go |
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If I find a place to hide
Where I can put those people of my mind I'm gonna lay my head down hard And sleep that stops my head from spinning round Help me with my situation, I just wanna be me I'm living frustration just to be free, I must be free I just wanna be left on my own Leave me to a life that's mine alone. Take my hand, come with me To a place where we'll be free Help me with my situation, I just wanna be me I'm living frustration just to be free, I must be free I just wanna be left on my own Leave me to a life that's mine alone. I just wanna be left on my own Leave me to a life that's mine alone |
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I saw her talking, now
My ears were burning Her feet started walking, now They started turning My eyes were half open But she didn't see me there We ran along walking 'cross the rooftops in my chair Had a car in my pocket And we started moving A man in a helmet Said, what's that you're using My eyes were half open But we didn't see him there Put the car back in my pocket And I'm still here in my chair My teeth were laughing, now We couldn't stop smiling We danced to the Mystery Band Without even trying My eyes were half open But we didn't see them there We ran along walking 'cross the rooftops in my chair |
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Now I'm a sad one, and she was a bad one
A mean, mean girl. I never had one as greedy as that one A mean, mean girl. Mean, mean, mean, mean girl I guess she's not the kind that I've been looking for Mean, mean, mean, mean girl She said I was the first but there were many more She was a big one, a met-at-a-gig one A mean, mean girl. I felt a sick one, she was a quick one A mean, mean girl. Mean, mean, mean, mean girl I guess she's not the kind that I've been looking for Mean, mean, mean, mean girl She said I was the first but there were many more Now I'm a sad one, and she was a bad one A mean, mean girl. I never had one as greedy as that one A mean, mean girl. Mean, mean, mean, mean girl I guess she's not the kind that I've been looking for Mean, mean, mean, mean girl She said I was the first but there were many more She was a big one, a met-at-a-gig one A mean, mean girl. I felt a sick one, she was a quick one A mean, mean girl. Mean, mean, mean, mean girl I guess she's not the kind that I've been looking for Mean, mean, mean, mean girl She said I was the first but there were many more |
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