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Double Rainbros
03:08
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You got tone, you got grace, you got beams of serotonin shooting out your face. You're a storm in the trees, clearing out the old stock, bring it to it's knee.
you can call me your dog, even if it sounds peculiar just chuck another log on the fire of my songs. We could make a bit of money and you could sing along,
But tell me, are you in? 'cause I don't know. My darling, tell me are you in, now? 'cause \I'm stranded and need to go on, and I'm not going to make it alone.. Tired all the time, I need to unwind 'cause I'm stranded and I'm gone.
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How It Goes
03:30
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Been waiting around just for you
even though all you ever did is you spend my money and make me blue
tell me, sugar, will it be the same? Spend your time with another man then shrug off all the blame. If you don't let me know how it goes, then I won't know the notes for our shows. If you go shake it loose out on the floor, then we two don't go together out the door.
Your act's a hack and your game is tired. You've got skills but you squander them. You're an awful cad and you're a liar. Sit around and mope for days and days. Feeling Sorry for yourself in a manic, yearning blaze.
Fed up, like a poor little child, there between the dull and the wild. Fit, attractive and dirty too. Tell me sugar what I could do. Oh no.
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Chains
03:11
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Let me draw you up in sections. my instrument is sharp. I cut out the bad intentions and colour in your heart. Sowing sustenance from misery, the flesh from lover's past. Conjugate the silence to make the structure last.
chains, I'm in chains, but we'll mock the captors and brag about our superior ways.
I find that you're no monster, a rarity these days. I confirmed it with the judge you know he speaks his praises plain. You can put me in a cellar, wrap me up with chains if you try to pet my Kitty I'll try to pet your brain.
You can tell that you're gunna wear the ball and chain. Put it on by yourself, lock it up in vain. Turn around, oh, you feel the same. Turn around, oh you're in the chains. who do you tell when you're falling apart?
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Dance Dance Resolution
03:01
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The pages turn to black and I don't care about coming back. The drug is in my veins. It hit mny heart, now it's got my brain. Help me, David if you please, find an alternate reality, where the thoughts are pure and the drugs are free, help me.
Don't stand and stare, hands in your pocket like you just don't care. Parent your child. He could make a big scene if it starts to get wild.
Open the door to me baby. Must I do it alone? Under the door little lady, I can't suck my own thumb.
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Joined Desires
03:47
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You're a ship that's carving up my river. The wind blows your sail to make it quiver. That treacherous place you've seen before, you're gunna turn to starboard, aft and fore, just coast along and I'll deliver.
Tell me, when's it gunna happen? shake your feathers, get your wings a'flappin'. Tell me can I take you home? Do the things we do alone. 'Cause I, I'm growing old and tired and my drive requires the thrill of our joined desires.
I got the wheel that's rolling down your highway. They paved the road to give me my way. I left my ma, left my pa, left the lovers I had before. They packed my baggage now I'm driving.
When I'm tongue-tied, I don't mind. I let the movement talk for me. Big rough hands to make you understand if you wonder how it be. But we'll get low, this I know, and you'll try to push away, Well good luck, honey. My forecast is sunny so just lay off and come around when you ain't mean.
Had the loads we were bound to transfer, down the concrete and the twisting river. With mutinous hearts we both jettison the loads, hop into my car watch the future fold. Throw my sweater on if you're feeling cold.
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Set Yourself Right
03:16
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Tell me, sweetness, are you blue?
Lay it on me like foot to shoe.
Tell these bright and clear blue eyes
then later there'll no surprise.
Despite my own good intentions, I'm the product of another's invention.
My might, my sharp, razor teeth set to bite on command from underneath.
hey, don't shut me up don't take your sweet time to set yourself right.
I walk, I talk, I sing the blues. I compromise to spread the news. Spit so foul, regain control, or don't and, baby, pay the toll.
wait a minute, sit right down. Don't think you're only just a dog
wait a minute, sit right down. Don't think you're only just a doll,
Effort out, that pay comes in. Justify, deny the sin. "I'm working for my bread you know, and trying to buy the time to grow"
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Terror in the Land!
04:40
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I fell into the tragic place
Lost track of all the time and space
got back onto those feet again
now speaking from the where and when
There's a terror in the land oh yeah the terror is your hands
look back onto the setting sun
no longer feel the chosen one
and I wanna mess around with you... even though we may be doomed....even though we're crazy fools
and I wanna go to town with you even though we may be doomed. I wanna mess around with you
Machines, they're built by you and me. We owe them babe and they own we
The system is collective art exposing all the human heart
Slip back on the track and I wonder where to go
I'm falling in to places where I used to fit and know.
Slip back on the track and I wonder where to go
I'm falling back places where I used to fit and know.
and I wanna mess around with you... Even though we may be doomed....even though we're crazy fools
and I wanna go to town with you even though we may be doomed. I wanna mess around with you
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Distant and Tired
04:12
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Up in the morning, you're getting out of bed and I'm feeling down come the tears and they fall from my head. I'm feeling down. Please though, don't you cry. This distance is a goddamned crime.
Out in the trees where they don't know my name and I'm feeling down, and I find that you don't feel the same. I'm feeling down.
Distant and tired, I forgot you were trying to chain me. Harness the world but you know revolutions won't cease. Stop all your trying. Cry, but that pain's not mine.
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Perfect Situation
02:41
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A perfect situation going wrong, but tell me sugar, what's your favourite song and I'll play it for you, if that's the kind of thing you want me to do for you.
I'm anxious when you want to call me out. I get so hot for you I wanna bite your mouth...but I'll ease back for you....Unless there's something that you want me to do for you.
I can see a shadow figure rule my life with ease she's the one that splits my life in two. She's the only one that I will ever seek to please. She figures largely in my dreams.
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Sunday Morning
03:15
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The days of the week when I can't hide feel so heavy on me sometimes, and I try to understand but I don't and I can't feel alone, my love. yeah, I try to understand but I don't and I can't feel my love.
You said I'm meek and I'll abide, but pour some sugar on me sometime and I'll try to be your man while you're prone, cause I can't feel alone, my love. yeah, I'll try to be your man while you're prone, cause I can't feel my love, feel my love.
And when that morning comes, Sunday morning, I feel small and dumb. Sunday morning
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Wasteland
03:20
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It's become a wasteland. It's become a way to prepare for the end. Tighten up your waistbands. It's become a way to prepare for the end.
foot in the gutter, line on the page, boy did I stutter, what I'm deranged now. One that I want, too much to say, three is a crowd, for this hombre, now. Feeling like a domino, set me up and watch me go now. oh settle down.
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