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1. |
| 4:23 | ||||
2. |
| 3:58 | ||||
Let's not complain
Please mind the gap It's just a train, it's not a trap Let's get a grip, get out of here Just bite our lips and disappear Just one more kiss, then take good care We're hard to miss, we're everywhere We sell our dreams, we multiply Our leading theme's to say good-bye We fade out We just get tired, disintegrate We stay inside, don't stay up late We buy some stock, we own the town Still the old clock is ticking down We fade out |
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3. |
| 4:29 | ||||
Say yes, say no, jump off, lie down
Hold on, let go, a smile, a frown The fear, the dream, the beat, the tune The self esteem, the silver spoon Lead on, be lead, give in, resist The beast, the pet, the hand, the fist The end, the start, the sun, the shade The queen of hearts, the king of spades The night, the day, to split, to share And pay to play and truth or dare And rant and rage and play it smooth The golden cage, the naked truth And dumb and smart and chance or fate The head, the heart, too soon, too late Aloud, alone, a saint, a fool The danger zone, the golden rule The blonde, the black, be good, be bad The thrill, the bore, and mom and dad ..... And I can't say no and I can't say yes It's just another way of saying no, I guess When you can't say no and you can't say yes You leave a mess |
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4. |
| 4:58 | ||||
5. |
| 4:23 | ||||
Swallow some faces,
Drink some embraces Sorry this place is not an oasis Sometimes she plays his song To erase the sky He certainly knows His electric neurosis Is something he chose As a means to get closest To red seas of roses Red seas to magnify It's in the stars It's in the stars It's in the stars She knows that he loses More time than excuses Her way to seduce is of almost no use As his wife introduces herself As his new standby She sighs and releases her juvenile Jesus He's down on his knees As her absence increases Sometimes she sees his show Just to freeze the time It's in the stars It's in the stars It's in the stars |
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6. |
| 4:30 | ||||
7. |
| 4:38 | ||||
She wears her Japanese silk slippers
She's standing in a blizzard of post-it notes On an Afghan rug and smiles I comb a hand through my hair I'm fumbling for a word but it's not there There's just a blind spot in my memory A friend wrote me a letter From his cigarette break He says he kind of found religion now He says he's doing fine A motorbike is roaring by outside I think it would be nice to take a ride Or spend a while in someone else's head On the street the psychedelic alcoholic From number 14 passes me by He grins as if he knew something Rent a flat, says a poster, Rent a thought, rent a lifestyle Today I saw a shopping cart duel In the supermarket aisle No sweets in the sweet shop, No wind in the tree tops And there's something in the air Early snow in October, All the drunkards are sober And there's something in the air All the while I think I gotta leave, No-one's nice these days And no-one pays their bills and I've been told My heart's in perfect shape Salesmen mumble bible quotings On the radio like tinnitus Irony is over, take the trash out Who said that? No sweets in the sweet shop, No wind in the tree tops And there's something in the air Early snow in October, All the drunkards are sober And there's something in the air She wears her Japanese silk slippers She's standing in a blizzard of post-it notes On an Afghan rug and smiles The world has turned into a blur With only random scenes in focus Cut-out images I cannot possibly explain No sweets in the sweet shop, No wind in the tree tops And there's something in the air Early snow in October, All the drunkards are sober And there's something in the air |
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8. |
| 4:39 | ||||
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9. |
| 3:49 | ||||
I wake up every morning
I get up every day I fight the ghosts in my closet And they don't know that I am afraid The neighbours know I'm alone now But they don't care what I do The billboard wants me to bite them But I don't want to I am writing to you King Kong is not dead The doors were meant to be open That's such a nice thing to say Outside there's playboys and children Throwing balls, kissing wallflowers' hands I make the most of my hours I take the ghosts to a show We don't like candy and popcorn We just like you And we don't want you to go King Kong is not dead |
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10. |
| 5:00 | ||||
11. |
| 16:39 | ||||
Show us a lake, show us the sea
It might be fake, but it's for free Throw us a bone here, kick us a can And then you won't see us again Show us the sky, give us a lead A perfect lie is all we need Slip us a pill that lets us feel near And then we will be out of here |