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just might
01:56
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take me to the city
take me out tonight
i wanna go dancing
wanna see the lights
i wanna get drunk
don't wanna fight
take me to the city
keep me out all night
take me to the boulevard
of painted girls
i wanna walk the streets
wanna see the world
take me to the pool hall
we can sit with the wolves
take me in the back
girl you know that i would
ah it's on tonight
pretty darling make me feel alive
yes its on tonight
and we just might survive
take me to the graveyard
we can dance on the graves
take me to the docks
break into some crates
take me to that place
our dreams go to die
crank up the defibrillator
shock some back to life
take me to a place of loving
meet me at the streets of London
pixies on the jukebox
order us two shots
take me to the basilica
we can sit outside
smoking American spirits
and watching the sun rise
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there's murder in every sentence
these are bitter men
cold as stone
I read in your expression
something vast and lost alone
and I don't want to go down like that
that angry monster on your back
talons deep and eyes coal black
a vicious smile an cruel steel laugh
and these are the last days of our lives
any spark left in your eyes, still hungry for a fight?
and these are the last days of our lives
dawn's new morning light, what's left to shine upon?
now you hang on syllable
lips part to form the words
they're dropping like atomic bombs
on a desolate world
and I'm not certain that I like that
I'm not rigid, I'm not slack
there are some words you can't take back
when you stumble into their trap
and these are the last days of our lives
any spark left in your eyes, still hungry for a fight?
and these are the last days of our lives
dawn's new morning light, what's left to shine upon?
now ghosts patrol the highway
like a fog that won't dissolve
your secrets learn to haunt you
like the betrayal they involved
and I don't want to go down like that
that angry monster from my past
talons deep, still in my back
your last gasp, a cynics laugh
and these are the last days of our lives
any spark left in your eyes, still hungry for a fight?
and these are the last days of our lives
dawn's new morning light, what's left to shine upon?
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tired bodies
03:09
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I hope you wake
your tired bodies soon
In answer to these question
put to you
And every fire
that burns out to soon
I hope you wake
your tired bodies soon
I hope you wake
your tired bodies soon
It’s too late
if you heard it on the news
It’s too late
if you’ve paid your past dues
It’s too late
if you’ve already tied off the noose
I hope you wake
your tired bodies soon
I hope you wake
your tired bodies soon
I hope you tame
the lion that’s stalking you
I hope you break
from the cage surrounding you
I hope you learn
to speak the language of truth
I hope you wake
your tired bodies soon
I hope you wake
your tired bodies soon
There’s no land to conquer – there’s no sea to cross
There’s no burden to carry – this is no albatross
There’s no bridge you’ve burnt – that can’t be rebuilt
There’s no monster you’ve created – that can’t be killed
I hope you wake
your tired bodies soon
I hope you wake
your tired bodies soon
With morning coming on – I hope you rise to meet the dawn
I hope you wake
your tired bodies soon
I hope you wake
your tired bodies soon
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lay down and die
02:13
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i don't want to fight no more
i don't want to lock my doors
i don't want to fight no more
i don't wanna sweep your floors
i just wanna lay down and rest
Doris says that'd be the best
i just wanna lay down and rest
think i'm gonna flunk your test
got a job and i get paid
save my money for a sunny day
woke up a quarter past noon
looked outside i could see the moon
knew a man who turned out to be
a decent human being
just got tenure and he's doing alright
tucks his kids in and his wife sleeps tight
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killing it
03:21
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I collect discarded gifts from
former lovers whom you no longer love
photo albums filled with secret faces
you won't admit that you once loved
maybe someday we'll find something
nothing seems to fix
save for later sister sorrow
another tomorrow that we missed
never thought we'd live like this
look away, they're killing it
I always have to stop and look over my shoulder
these ghosts I won only grow bolder
we all must learn to haunt and stalk our hearts by night
our petty needs and wants dictate our alibis
unrequited unattained unrepentant a little stained
unimportant without a name
maybe someday we'll find something
nothing seems to fix
save for later sister sorrow
another tomorrow that we missed
never thought we'd live like this
look away, they're killing it
call me stranger we're in danger
the concept of who we are
call me lazy, it's you who made me
watch the sunset in your car
if we can live then we can die
if we can love then we can lie
it's just that the future seems more distant
without you in it
maybe someday we'll find something
nothing seems to fix
save for later sister sorrow
another tomorrow that we missed
never thought we'd live like this
look away, they're killing it
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already dead
04:00
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I thought I'd crawl into some hole
and just forget that I exist at all
I saw the storm coming from a long way off
you'd think I would've predicted the fall
I'm already dead, so don't draw your guns just yet
Last dollar has already been spent
I'm already dead, don't take my last breath yet
I gave my blood, I paid my debts
used to be the stars would circle the world
when the earth was flat and man was good as his word
and women saved their love, stocked it up
but things get complicated when the kids grow up
I'm already dead, so don't draw your guns just yet
Last dollar has already been spent
I'm already dead, don't take my last breath yet
I gave my blood, I paid my debts
so I thought I'd fall in some big vacuum
the end it couldn't come too soon
I'm the last of a line, with me the family dies
I guess you'd think that I'd want to survive
I'm already dead, so don't draw your guns just yet
Last dollar has already been spent
I'm already dead, don't take my last breath yet
I gave my blood, I paid my debts
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