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Kings Of Leon
Kings Of Leon


Background information
Origin Franklin, Tennessee, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Garage Rock
Southern Rock
Hard Rock
Rock'n'Roll
Years active 1999—present
Label(s) RCA Records
Columbia Records
Sony Music
Website Website
Members
Nathan Followill
Caleb Followill
Jared Followill
Matthew Followill



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Kings Of Leon Album


Aha Shake Heartbreak (11/01/2004)
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Slow night so long, she's frenching out the flavour
she's 17 but i done went and plum forgot it

No tears are gone they're pooling on the table
no tears are gone they're leaving their mark behind

So far so good she's absolutely wasted
she's handing up and changing her story around

I just don't know where leading ladies come from
I just don't know where that can be found

She's opened up just like she really knows me
I hate her face, but enjoy the company

I'll take you home, or back to Oklahoma
You're not so nice, but the sex sells so cheap

rise and shine all you gold-diggin' mothers
are you too good to tango with the poor, poor boys

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He's so purity, a shaven and a mourning,
and standing on a Pigeon toe, in his dissarray

Straight in the picture pose,
he's coming around to meet you

And screaming like a battle cry, its more if i stay

Me and your cold, Driving in the snow,
let the good times roll, let the good times roll
Cowgirl king of the rodeo, let the good times roll,
let the good times roll

How dare you some to me like withnail for a favor,
hold on not my fairy tale you're trying to start

Take off your overcoat, you're staying for the weekend,
and swaying like a smokey grey, a drink in the park


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Aha shake taper jean girl with a motel face
Aha shake bury your eyes in a secret place
Aha shake black as night on a Sunday

Cunts watch their bodies, no room for make up
I think he's tasted, tasted the watcher

Heartbreak knockin' 'em down like the 7th grade
Heartbreak, cigarettes and songs, with a winter's chafe
Heartbreak keep like my daughter and a run away

Aha shake tapered jean girl kills me

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Pistol of fire x 3
Shattered the frame
Go hug your sister
Go love your sister
Go hug your sister
One and the same
Higher, where did you want to take me?
Higher, where did you want to go?
Higher, grabbing up the money it's coming
Higher, coming for that rooftop door
I feel the water
Out in the cool grass
Down in the meadow
Under the tree
It's gonna tickle
You're gonna giggle
It's gonna tickle
Pick up her feet
Higher, where did you want to take me?
Higher, where did you want to go?
Higher, grabbing up the money it's coming

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Salty leave , salty leave

tell me the one about the friend you knew
and the last good night that we toasted too.

Salty leave,
stay for me, stay for me

We drank wine in the matinee
and the spotlight showed what I chased away

Stay for me

She saw my comb over, her hourglass body
she has problems with drinking milk
and being school tardy
She'll loan you her toothbrush
she'll bartend your party

Kill me, kill me

I called and called, but I can't get through,
said he's on his own, but his own is you


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Woooooooo
I'll be the one to show you the way
You'll be the one to always complain
3 in the morning come a bang bang bang
All out of fags and I just can't wait
Cancel the thing that I said I'd do
I don't feel comfortable talking to you
(Un)less you got the zipper fixed on my shoe
Then I'll be in the lobby drinking for two
Eighteen
Balding
Star
Golden
Falling
Hard
Look at the shakies
what's with the blush?
fresh off the plane in my fuzzy rush
Everyone's gathered to idolize me
I hate the way you talk, your japanese scream
It's been too long since i've left the shed
You kick the bucket, I'll swing my legs
Always remember the pact that we made

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I used to see you every day
used to see you every day
I danced around your folk and soul
i danced to all your fucking soul
i left you with your nose a bleedin'
and your toes a creepin' around
ahhh so mundane and incomplete
hand my down my pants and get me off this street

I'm passed out in your garden
i'm in I can't get off so soft
I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come into your party, but i'm soft

Behind the fringe of a whiskey high
mutiliating cat like eyes
and in your nose blood decadence
you try to drag me into your bohemian dancing
you paint my fingers and you paint my toes
you let your perfect nipple show

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Just like the girl is like a corner store
Watch my view before you watch in my drawer
Speak noodle less and I'm a soldier nothing and
Lot of mercy shaking, falling through your hands
Razz the kid
Because she love me I'm the chosen one
These are the days we'll not be having no fun
I listen back to what you told me before
Just tell me where to come and knock down that door
Razz the kid

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Toss me a breath, when you hold me down
hot like a razor on my face
something's growing that don't help me now
paging the doctor just in case

Low and behold things are killing me
silly expectations of a dream
girls are gonna love the way i toss my hair
boys are gonna hate the way i seem

Day old, day old, day old
day old, day old, day old, day old blues

Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling
feels like a fast or homeless sleep
at least there's a record that i love to playe
dreaming about a place i'll never see

Betty, Betty, Annie is a praying
baby with a man like a lung
Smell her crying fighting back a fever
mad as hell give up

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Hot men don't take no nonsense
he stood, too ready to fight
he got a black buckle
I remember the fire in his eyes

You with your switchblade posse
I'll get my guns from the side (south)
we'll take to the yard like a cock fight
4 kicks, who's struttin now?

(whats this bit folks? something about a razor)
but there ain't shit else to do
she's a lovin on the boy from the city

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walking like ur sucking velvet snow
walking like ur sucking velvet snow
starting on your story and go go
ohh walking like ur sucking velvet snow

going cos you're sweating on our floor
going cos you're sweating on our floor
acting like you've never gone so far
ohh going cos you're sweating on our floor

then you go and when you go
u get top floor and when u back u go slower
turn out the lights cause they're coming bright
and then u go

hope that smoke aint getting to ur face
hope that smoke aint getting to ur face
showing off ur sunday streak of lace
hope that smoke aint getting to ur face

then you go and when you go
u get top floor and when u back u go slower
turn out the lights cause they're coming bright
and then u go

then you go and when you go
u get top floor and when u back u go slower
turn out the lights cause they're coming bright

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On the plane
On the plane
Off to see the city girls again
Only bringing what they carry on
So's let you know I won't be long
Tippin beers (or ticklin beards)
its cold as hell
And the motherfuckers gonna go to jail

Honestly I can see the giggling virgin overlookin me
Time to put together what they say
although it wouldn't matter anyway
tipping beers its cold as hell
and the motherfuckers gonna go to jail

cuz rememo except for home
its personal but they need to know

I'm overdue another round
To gain control and take me down
You're all tied up as you should be
And I'll be cutting out naturally

Tipping beers its cold as jail

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