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| 3:22 | 
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Yeah, I love you so much.
I don't need to resist. I don't need to exist. Dripping blue blood from the wrist. I don't need to resist. And all the neighbors get pissed when I come home. I make em nervous. Yeah, I make em nervous. Crack a window, crack a broken bone. Crack your knuckles when you're at home. Lick an ice cream cone. Crack a bone. All you had to do was ask. Who is it that wears the mask? When you give me the task. Leave me broke and shirtless. Check your lips at the door woman. Shake your hips like battleships. Yeah, all the white girls trip when I sing at Sunday service. Sing. Sing. Sing. I only got one face da da da da. I tried too long to erase. You know if I left. da da da da. I wouldn't leave a trace. If I left you woman, you know, I wouldn't leave a trace. I wouldn't leave a trace. I wouldn't leave a trace. If I left, you'd never see me again. You'd never see me again. I wouldn't leave a trace. You'd never see me again. |
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| 2. |
| 3:46 |
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knock on the door
and the door knocks back the joke never go no further than that fire goes back inside the match back down the stack and we hustle and cuss lick on the dust hustle and cuss lick on the dust and we hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust must you muscle and fuss? you muscle and fuss and lick on the dust hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust when we were young a different kind of fun playing in the mud it meant something else now we hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and we hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust must we muscle and fuss? you muscle and fuss and lick on the dust hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust you're easy to fool and easy to catch and i don't know if i want you to match my bets and we hustle and cuss lick on the dust hustle and cuss lick on the dust and we hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust must you muscle and fuss? hustle and cuss muscle and fuss muscle and fuss and lick on the dust |
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| 3:37 |
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I'm not the way that you found me I'm never here or there One day I'm happy and healthy Next I ain't doing so well Let's go walk to the border Let's go walk along the inch Let's go when no one can see us And find the difference between us You can cry like a baby Just let me do what I need to It might be to me or to you Just let me do what I need to I'm not the way that you found me I'm neither here nor there One day I'm happy and healthy Next I ain't doing so well Let's go walk to the border Let's go walk along the inch Let's go when no one can see us And find the difference between us I'm not the way that you found me I'm neither here nor there One day I'm happy and healthy Next I ain't doing so well Let's go walk to the border Let's go walk along the inch Let's go when no one can see us And find the difference between us You can cry like a baby Just let me do what I need to It might be to me or to you Just let me do what I need to I'm not the way that you found me I'm neither here nor there One day I'm happy and healthy Next I ain't doing so well |
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| 4. |
| 3:16 |
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I'm mad, ha ha
I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha Twenty days, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha A hundred ways, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha, ha ha You found some dice, ha ha Along the road, ha ha You show them off, ha ha Along the floor, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha Twenty days, ha ha Make me mad, ha A hundred ways I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha A hundred ways, ha ha You're in my mind When you're in the room In my heart I'm mad on you You're in my mind When you're in the room I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha |
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| 5. |
| 3:29 |
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Let’s dig a hole in the sand, brother
A little grave we can fill together I got myself a problem That I been looking to sell Some people die just a little Sometimes you die by the drop Some people die in the middle I live just fine on the top I’m gonna take you for worse or better I’m gonna make you for worse or better I’m gonna take you for worse or better to my little grave I never said we was equal I never wished to be saved If I’m a problem then preach on ? Let’s dig a little grave I’m gonna take you for worse or better I’m gonna make you for worse or better I’m gonna take you for worse or better to anekatips my little grave Let’s dig a hole in the sand, brother Starve off the land for worse or better Get right down to the bottom If one goes I’ll do the other Some people die just a little Sometimes you die by the drop Some people die in the middle I live just fine on the top I’m gonna take you for worse or better I’m gonna make you for worse or better I’m gonna take you for worse or better to my little grave |
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| 6. |
| 3:35 |
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I can't hear you
You're talking to yourself And what you're used to It don't work on no one else I'm gonna teach you And keep you for myself Gonna take you by the hand And walk you to my house So I can hear you I wanna hear you I can't say so Naive, be so naive You're stashing money There're rubies up your sleeve I'm gonna teach you You're never gonna leave I'm gonna take you by the hand Gonna walk you to my house So I can hear you I wanna hear you I can't hear you You're talking to yourself And what you're used to It don't work on no one else I wanna teach you Keep you for myself Gonna take you by the hand I'm gonna walk you to my house So I can hear you I wanna hear you I wanna hear you I wanna hear you I wanna hear you I wanna hear you |
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| 7. |
| 2:45 |
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To be afraid is a luxury
So cool your engines for me I don't want a sweetheart I want a machine I love you the most, I do When you're so close to me I can smell the gasoline To be soft is too easy, huh Don't get soft on me I don't want a sweetheart, sweetheart I want a machine I love you the most, I do When you're so close to me I can smell the gasoline To be afraid is a luxury So cool your engines for me I don't want a sweetheart I want a machine I love you the most, I do When you're so close to me I can smell the gasoline What you whispered should be screamed Screamed at the top of your lungs Any sense you had in the morning Is gone when the day is done I love you the most, I do When you're so close to me I can smell the gasoline |
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| 8. |
| 2:49 |
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I ain't got no horse
I ain't got no horizon Just the scars on my eyes I swear I got from crying Where I was born it don't matter There ain't no going back I have no home to take you I never dream like that Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself And I think, what the hell, hell, hell I don't want you to like me There's no way that you can I don't want you to touch me, honey I am just so mad There ain't no kind of feeling All my ... are ... out (?) I'm just living and breathing For what I steal for (from?) myself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself And I think, what the hell, hell, hell |
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| 9. |
| 2:42 |
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I'm the invisible man
I'm like a broke down engine No skin on my bones at all No skin on my bones at all I got nothing, you can't hit me Yeah, you're looking at me Like you know what you're talking about Ain't nothing to see Wave your hands in the dark, woman You're looking at me Like you know what you're talking about Ain't nothing to see, yeah, nothing You can't hit me I'm like a broke down engine I'm the invisible man, I got No skin on my bones at all Yeah, you look like you know what you're talking about Like you know what you're talking about Like you know what you're talking about There ain't nothing to see There ain't nothing to see You can't hit me, you can't hit me I'm the invisible man I'm like a newspaper You can't read me You think you know what you're talking about What you're talking about Yeah, you're looking at me There ain't nothing to see Wave your hands in the dark, woman Yeah, you act like you know, like, like you know Like you know, like you know, like you know, like you know Like you know, like you know Like you know what you're talking about Like you know what you're talking about Like you know Like you know what you're talking about Like you, like, like you, like Like you know what you're talking about Like you, like you know |
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| 10. |
| 2:58 |
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I run so far away from you
Don't matter where I've been Run around the world from you And here you are again You're a real jawbreaker A real crook, obscene I'd call you a heartbreaker But I reserve that for prettier things I tried to kill the memory ?? You must get a psychic sting ? And here you are again You're a real jawbreaker A real crook, obscene I'd call you a heartbreaker But I reserve that for nicer things I run so far away from you It don't matter where I've been I run around the world from you And here you are again You're a real jawbreaker A real crook, obscene I'd call you a heartbreaker But I reserve that for nicer things |
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| 11. |
| 2:53 |
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Old Mary full of grease
Your heart stops within you Scary are the fruits of your tomb And harsh are the terms of your sentence. Old Mary Sister of mine Mother to the world Carry this burden now Until the moment of your last breath. Now till the moment of your last breath. I lost my place. |
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Subject : 벌써 컴백하다니, 캐감사. The Dead Weather - Sea Of Cowards
