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| 1. |
| 3:46 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:26 | 
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Careful in the kitchen
Says the man in red He knows exactly where to hang his head Someones in the bedroom Playing with the lamp Love is like her hair beneath the curtain soiled and damp Isn't she so beautiful In her baby blues I'll be over when I know That she's all over you I can hear the ticking Of the cuckoo clock I can see you hiding in the shadow of her locks She don't really love you She don't understand What she's got between the precious creases of her hands Life becomes the poet Messing with her words In the margin soft and blurred Time is my complexion Love is my parade Funny how the fiddler knows exactly when to play |
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| 3. |
| 4:09 |
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The first thing I remember you were walking away
You were singing something gentle in the fade The next thing I remember I nearly pushed you off the stage I pretended not to be afraid I played the fool I played the drowning man I will play your heroine I know the rules You wrote them on my veins I will play your heroine I'm calling from the border of another nameless state I am sitting on the steps of our mistake I will bring you postcards of everything that's gray I will draw your smile on my slate I said I loved you I said I needed you but baby I was wrong Well that was Sunday And now it's Wednesday and I'm feeling strong Memory's a lover trying to tell you that she's late Memory's a silent second take She will drink the poison if you put it in your cup She will touch your eyes and never stop |
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| 4. |
| 2:44 |
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I'm not the kind you marry
I'm not that kind at all I'm not the one you think you want But I will be the one There when you fall I'm not your bloody mary I'm not that type at all I'm just the writing on the wall But I will be the one There when you fall Did I tell you I would come around Did I say that I would ever be the one to hold you |
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| 5. |
| 3:05 |
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I'm gonna lie
No one's home I'm gonna try To be alone I don't want you messing with my family stone Maybe I'm shy Maybe I'm wild My best disguise Is my style I can't help remembering you scratched my smile I got my own invitation I'll make my own way home When I told you I'm patient I was wrong I remember the time When you were right You said that maybe is as good as might That's the time you went and broke my key of life It's not a crime To keep things cold I'll never mind What I'm told I don't want you messing with my rubber soul |
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| 6. |
| 4:08 |
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I want to be the leading lady on my own
I want to act sophisticated on my own I want to walk across your ocean I want to file you under C I want to hang your mixed emotion over me I want to touch you where the hurting never goes I want to drive five wicked horses through your pose Everyone loves a winner when he's wrong Everyone wants the singer to sing along If you were water I would never be dry I'd draw the curtain on the edge of the sky If I could turn you I would gladly oblige If I could find you we'd be running out of time |
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| 7. |
| 3:22 |
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Casey brought his own confetti
I loved him in the fall He thought we had it made I left him at the picture show I loved him after all Oh mister junior I always miss the curtain call If it's trust that you need I can do the deed Pick up your boots and stay If it's love that you want It's my favourite haunt Three steps forward Dance the debutante Jacob used to call me Temple For that was all he saw He left his only cane Seventeen hats from Italy Are hanging on my wall Oh mister junior I guess that they're above it all Some of them smile in sympathy And some don't smile at all Some kill the time with change Yesterday his name was Threnody Today his name is Fame Oh mister junior I reserve the right to rearrange |
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| 8. |
| 2:48 |
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I think you taught me about everything
I think you taught me that too Did you say that you'd pay better If I wanted you To come again tomorrow Go ahead and fire me Mister big Your words inspire me Like your clothes There's a special in aisle c And all the people are gone I heard you say that to be someone You've got someone to pay Again tomorrow Cassettes are sold in aisle b Microphones are too I think I've got me a red handed tight fisted excuse And I'll be back tomorrow |
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| 9. |
| 4:21 |
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Pretty soon we'll be planting marigolds
Pretty soon we'll be trading stories What ever happened to the baby that I used to know I sit here staring as my body grows cold And when you tell me I feel fine And when you touch me I feel Fine I caught you flirting with my memory You said that she was just a friend Some things are better when they're standing in front of me Some things grow bitter when they're near the end Say goodbye to the vinyl we had Say goodbye to the radio songs You said you'd always keep around I don't know if I'll be happy I don't know if I'll be sad I'll always be there when you drown I'll place my why inside your sympathy I'll leave my x beside your o My generation is a runaway centipede My generation is about to go |
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| 10. |
| 3:59 |
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There's a penny poised on a whitewashed fence
There's a little black boy praying for his government There's a nervous lady reaching for her place There's a red faced son running from his race Everything that rises Everything that rises Everything that rises must converge This is my country-this is your sign- We are painting fences, drawing lines Well I don't know much about anything And I don't know much about conversation Look at me, look at me giving my weakness away Do you know Coventry-ribbons and bows- She will throw confetti in your soul Well I don't know much about anything And I don't know much about conversation Look at me, look at me giving my weakness away |
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| 11. |
| 3:23 |
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Words can be a problem when you're on parole
I don't care much for language I just want her soul She left me just when Pushkin turned to shove The answer to the question who are you thinking of? You've got to give it up Give it up Hold me baby when you give it up Give it up Every now and then I start rambling on I don't care much for grammar I just need her son He left me in the sibilance and pops The answer to the question who made your sentence stop |
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| 12. |
| 4:15 |
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