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Figure 8 (04/18/2000)
04/18/2000
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Bye
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Something's happening, don't speak to soon
I told the boss off and made my move, got nowhere to go
Son of Sam, son of the shining path, the clouded mind
The couple killer each and every time
I'm not uncomfortable feeling weird
Lonely leeved, options disappear, but I know what to do
Son of Sam, son of a doctor's touch, a nurse's love
Acting on orders from above
King for a day
Son of Sam, son of the shining path, the clouded mind
The couple killer running out of time
Shiva opens her arms now
To make sure I don't get too far
I may talk in my sleep tonight 'cos I don't know what I am

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I had tender feelings that you made hard
But it's your heart, not mine, that's scarred
So when I go home I'll be happy to go
You're just somebody that I used to know
You don't need my help anymore
It's all now to you, there ain't no before
Now that you're big enough to run your own show
You're just somebody that I used to know
I watched you deal in a dying day
And throw the living past away
So you can be sure that you're in control
You're just somebody that I used to know
I know you don't think you did me wrong
And I can't stay this way for long
Keeping ahold of what you just let go

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The imitation picks you up like a habit
Writing in the glow of the tv's static
Taking out the trash to the man
Give the people something they understand
A stickman flashing a fine line smile
Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a style
Rich man in a poor man's clothes
The permanent installment of the daily dose
And you tell off when you tell it like it is
Your world's no wider that your hatred of his
Checking into a small reality
Boring as a drug you take too regularly
The athlete's laugh; the broken crutch
The first true love that folded at the slightest touch
Brought down like an old hotel
People digging through rubble for things they can resell
Happy holidays said sick savior
The leaving lover that I still favor
I won't take your medicine, I don't need a remedy
To be everything I'm supposed to be
I don't want nobody else
I can do it by myself
We're meant to be together
Now I'm a policeman directing traffic
Keeping everything moving, everything static
I'm the hitchhiker you'll recognize passing
On your way to some everlasting
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can

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I never really had a problem
Because of leaving
But everything reminds me of her
This evening
So if I seem a little out of it, sorry
But why should I lie?
Everything reminds me of her
The spin of the earth impaled a silhouette of the sun on the steeple
And I gotta hear the same sermon all the time now from you people
Why are you staring into outer space crying
Just because you came across it and lost it?
Everything reminds me of her
Everything reminds me of her

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Someone found the future as a statue in a fountain at
Attention looking backward in a pool of water wishes with
A blue songbird on his shoulder who keeps singing over everything
Everything means nothing to me
Everything means nothing to me
Everything means nothing to me
I picked up the song and found my picture in the paper the
Reflection in the water showed an iron man still trying to
Salute people from a time when he was everything he's supposed to be
Everything means nothing to me
Everything means nothing to me
Everything means nothing to me

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The gentleman's in the lane spinning his hat on a cane
Stepping out, out for a change
Good morning all, it's a beautiful day
The general's winning the war that seems suicidal before you came along
Now I'll protect you as long as you'll stay
LA morning had to come, I'd be walking in the sun
Living in the day
But last night I was about to throw it all away
If patience started a band I'd be her biggest fan
Look at me, I'm talking to you
I don't want the lead in your play
The star's just a part of the scene, the gentleman in green
Paying off out on the street
I can't go home, it's not on my way
LA things I've never done, cars parked in the sun
Living in the day
But last night I was about to throw it all away
Last night I was about to throw it all away
Last night I was about to throw it all away

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He held his breath to hold your hand
To walk the stairsteps in pairs
Climbing up a slippery slope
I'm in love, love I hope
Don't go home angelina
Stay with me, hanging around in the lost and found
Kissed you quick feeling weird
Lonely leeved and disappeared
This is such a simple place
Passing time can't erase
Don't go home angelina
Paint tomorrow blue
Day breaks and every morning when he wakes he thinks of you
I'm alone, that's okay, I don't mind
Most of the time
I don't feel afraid to die
She was here passing by
Don't go home angelina
Stay with me, hanging around in the lost and found

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Got a foot in the door
God knows what for
And he'll cut me down to size
Stupidity tries
Everything here is free
Everything but you and me
This painting never dries
Stupidity tries
Savannah shoulder raised a cheer coloring the sky with ash
Because they found some privateer to sail across the sea of trash
The enemy is within
Don't confuse me with him
The truth is otherwise
Stupidity tries
And so I go from floor to floor looking for a port of call
Another drunk conquistador conquering the governor's ball
I couldn't think of a thing
That I hope tomorrow brings
Oh what a surprise

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You'll take advantage til you think you're being used
Cos' without an enemy your anger gets confused
I got stuck on the side you know I never chose
But it's all about taking the easy way out for you I suppose
There's no escape for you except in someone else
Although you've already disappeared within yourself
The invisible man who's always changing clothes
It's all about taking the easy way out for you I suppose
While I watch you making mistakes
I wish you luck, I really do
With the problem, with the puzzle
Whatever's left of you
I heard you found another audience to bore
A creative thinker who imagined you were more
A new body for you to push around and pose
It's all about taking the easy way out for you I suppose

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The question is wouldn't mama be proud?
There's a silver lining in the corporate cloud
And the pretty post that you're taking as an NCO
Of the great pretender?
I should sure think so!
Wouldn't mama be proud?
"Can I take your order?" asked the heavenly host
Ticket to the jet stream blowing coast to coast
The long stemmed glasses, a movie and a pleasant dream in mid-air
"You gotta tell me quickly, 'cos we're almost there"
Wouldn't mama be proud?
Pointed out of the window at the sky gone black
"Kid, you're on the right track"
If I send you postcards from the side of the road
Photographs of moving parts about to implode
If I crawl to keep it together like you say you know I can do
To transmit a moment from me to you
Wouldn't mama be proud?
Wouldn't mama be proud?

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I see color bars when I come
Sergeant rock broke the key off in the lock to where I come from
Sir, no sir, we have no power in the air
The battle's on the ground
Laying low again, high on the sound
Bruno S. is a man to me
You're just some dude with a stilted attitude that you learned from tv
You'll undo, but I'll be connecting everything
The traffic in my town
Riding high again, high on the sound
Everyone wants me to ride into the sun
But I ain't gonna go down

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Activity's killing the actor
And a cop's standing out in the road turning traffic away
There was nothing she could do until after
When his body'd been buried below
Way back in the day
Oh my, nothing else could've been done
He made his life a lie so he might never have to know anyone
Made his life the lie you know
I told him he shouldn't upset her
And that he'd only be making it worse involving somebody else
But I knew that he'd never forget her
While her memory worked in reverse to keep her safe from herself
And oh my, nothing else could've been done
She made her life a lie so she might never have to know anyone
Made her life the lie you know
What I used to be will pass away and then you'll see
That all I want now is happiness for you and me
What I used to be will pass away and then you'll see
That all I want now is happiness for you and me
What I used to be will pass away and then you'll see

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Almost forgot
Started to say
Rode into the sun
Past everyone
Hallelujah, pretty mary k
I found faith in the infirmary
There's a soldier lying in bed
With a wound to the head
Calling out to pretty mary k
Here's what you get for things that haven't happened yet
I happened upon pretty mary k
But a soldier's uniform waved you away
I walk round the dock and talk to st. james
Though I'm already done
And ask everyone "have you seen her?"
Pretty mary k
Have you seen her?

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Wish you gave me your number
Wish I could call you today, just to hear a voice
I got a long way to go
I'm getting further away
If I didn't know the difference living alone'd probably be ok
It wouldn't be lonely
I got a long way to go
I'm getting further away
Alot of hours to occupy, it was easy when I didn't know you yet
Things I'd have to forget
But I better be quiet now
I'm tired of wasting my breath
Carrying on and getting upset
Maybe I got a problem, but that's not what I wanted to say
I'd prefer to say nothing.
I got a long way to go
I'm getting further away.
Had a dream as an army man with an order just to march in my place
While a dead enemy screams in my face
But I better be quiet now
I'm tired of wasting my breath
Carrying on, not over it yet
Wish I knew what you're doing
And why you want to do it this way, so I can't go the distance
I got a long way to go
I'm getting further away
I got a long way to go

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I have become a silent movie
The hero killed the clown
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
nobody knows what he's doing
still hanging around
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
The slow motion moves me
The monologue means nothing to me
Bored in the role, but he can't stop
Standing up to sit back down
Or lose the one thing found
Spinning the world like a toy top
Til there's a ghost in every town
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
eyes locked and shining
can't you tell me what's happening?
Why should you want any other when you're a world within a world?
Why should you want any other when you're a world within a world?
Why should you want any other when you're a world within a world?

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Bye

[No lyrics]

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