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You keep me comin home again
You keep me comin home again
When you were gone,
I met a friend
She taught me how to
live in the end
Are her eyes
brown or blue?
How does she keep her
static cool
My heart and soul
are rocked up in her eyes
a little blink I recognize
A little blink, yea, that's my prize
A white horse
sittin right there by her side
hard to ignore
hard to disguise
she'll never ever
realize...
You keep me comin home again
You keep me comin home again
When you were gone
I was out of my mind
I had a friend who laughed all the time
I had a friend who cried all the time
I had a friend who screamed all the time
I had a friend who lied all the time
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i ripped yr heart out from yr chest
replaced it with a grenade blast
incinerate x4
firefighters hose me down
i don't care i'll burn out anyhow
it's 4 alarm girl nothing to see
hear the sirens come for me
you dosed my soul with gasoline
you flicked a match into my brain
incinerate x 4
the firefighters are so nice
i remember you so cold as ice
now flames are licking at yr feet
sirens come to put me out of misery
you wave yr torch into my eyes
flamethrower lover burning mind
incinerate x 8
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stand behind his drunken amp
stand behind his light of love
hear him yowl his bloody tounge
hear him yell 4 blood and war
ch:
do you believe in his sweet sensation
do you believe in second chance
do you believe in rapture babe
a terrible hit strikes today
a terrible hit for the parade
burnin' eyes seek jesus comin
jesus comes to pave the way
(ch)
can you tell me what to feel
open up yr tender soul
can I drink yr drunken mercy
wine burns the devils hole
(ch)
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sleepin around sleepin around
what will the neighbors say
sleepin around all over town
what will the neighbors say
ch:
what you did was wrong
what did you good is gone
nothing you do is right
always ends up in a fight
sleepin around sleepin around
what will the neighbors do
sleepin around all over town
what will the neighbors do
(ch)
sleepin around sleepin around
what will the neighbors think
sleepin around all over town
what will the neighbors think
(ch)
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Hey gimme hollow stimulation
Its so sleazy to be free
Lets invest in dull creation
Thrill city cheap legacy
What a waste
Yr so chaste
I can't wait
To taste yr face
vapid signals lead me to you
a sublime spectacular dud
safe and sound from chatter confusion
get the picture yes it's clear as mud
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BLASTED EARTH
OM IMMERSED
GOLD IN CAVE
THE BLONDES COME FIRST
I LOVE THE WAY YOU MOVE
I HOPE ITS NOT TOO LATE
FOR ME
ITS TOO GOOD
ON THIS SEA
WHERE THE LIGHT
IS GREEN
WHERE THE LIGHT
IS GREEN
JAGGED BRAIN
SLOW REFRAIN
WE LOVE THE JAMS
AND BLACK RUNS FREE
I LOVE THE WAY YOU MOVE
I HOPE ITS NOT TOO LATE
FOR ME
ITS TOO GOOD
ON THIS SEA
WHERE THE LIGHT
IS GREEN
WHERE THE LIGHT
IS GREEN
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V1
when the rats run riot
and the screen door slams
when the trees grow quiet
nothing but cats and cans
when the breeze says 'try it'
but you can't hardly see
when yr love has died
and you rat on me
BR1
I see yr eyes in the half light
I see the number on yr wall
endless strange things I see at night
you don't see anything at all
CH1
shine a light into yr soul
city streets so freezing cold
city shadows mark the route
when they let the rats out
V2
RATS
you call it love alright
that was the catch
a cold suicide
BR2
let me place you in my past
with other precious toys
but if yr ever feeling lowdown in the fractured sunshine
I'll help you feel the noise
CH2
shine down
you can go on home
shine down
go
V3
RATS
yr working overtime
you are the moon
beyond yr mind
when the rats run riot
and the screen door slams
when the world goes quiet
you won't know where I am
BR
you could be my open road
you could be the reason why
you could ease my heavy load
but i'm gonna freeze you out now
CH
you can let it shine
keep that in mind
when they let 'm out this time
you could move a little closer
until yr leaning all up around my shoulder
city shadows mark the route
when they let the rats out
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Turquoise boy I must confess to you
sweet liberation has come
you are a legend in a lovely game
but now I feel I must run
turquoise boy the sky is calling me
sweet isolation in the sun
you are a soldier in a sad charade
how can you lose whats never found
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she scans the room
for a star to consume
when eye contact is made
i suggest son you fix yr grave
ch:
its lights out for you
lights out for you
theres not a hell of a lot you can do
its lights out for you
he rolls his eyes
at the thought of paradise
but when he makes that insect sound
then its time girl for you to leave town
(ch)
1st verse/ch repeat
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He's not a dreamer or a schemer,
running away from me
He's not a singer, an entertainer
with no follow thru
He's not a poet or a mystic
with his cgarette unglued
He just neutral, and he's weary
not even brand new.
It's a perfect sin
close yr eyes and loose the rest
It's a perfect sin
close yr mind and feel the best
Everyone has a headache
imprecise , hard to cure
Got a shake it, what ails you
the lines are a blur
Is it a pain in her heart
dark and gray from the start
You won't seduce me, or attract
just cause yr a stray
It's a perfect sin
close yr eyes and loose the rest
It's a perfect sin
close yr mind and feel the best
Why won't you tell me what's inside yr head
Why won't you show me yr secret bed, secret bed?
he's not a dreamer or a schemer
running away from you
He's not a singer, an entertainer
with no follow thru
He's not a poet or a mystic
with his cigarette unglued
he 's not a cowboy or a loner with nothing to do
he's neutral yeah he's weary,
not even brand
he's neutral yea he's weary
and he's so in love with you.
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i just come by to run you over
i just come by to see you quiver
you can come you can slip inside babe
killer eyes and a burnin heart babe
don't you know you need no other
i'm the man who loves you mother
open up your arms to me girl
let me feel your wild heart beat girl
sweet lips flowers + cream
deep in love surrender pink steam
deep in love you need no other
deep in love yr lonely lover
feel your wild heart beat
lonely lover
open up to me
lonely mother
yr sweet lips on mine
like flowers + cream
o killer eyes
surrender pink steam
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in yr mouth a wad of cash
moist roll of hundreds
fingers thru yr hair
silver quarters drop
to yr pleated skirt
cannisters of whipped cream
in yr sweater pockets
a look of space and total life
ready or not
the plan is to go to dc and hang out
go see girls rock
how long's the tour?
what time you guys playing?
where you going next?
what comes first,
the music or the words?
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Helen Lundeberg...
Illusory landscape, five decades of paint.
Helen Lundeberg...
Illusory landscape, four expressions of elegance, elegance.
Blue river, open door,
Landscape white and orange.
Daybreak by the sea,
A narrow view sloping horizon.
Marina, the poet's road.
Sundial cimerrian landscape,
A quiet place, moon, sea and mist.
Desert road tree in the marsh,
Biological fantasy,
Ocean view, water map,
Ambiguity estuary.
Helen Lundeberg...
Illusory landscape, five decades of paint.
Helen Lundeberg...
Illusory landscape, four expressions of elegance, elegance.
Blue river, open door,
Landscape white and orange.
Daybreak by the sea,
A narrow view sloping horizon.
Marina, the poet's road.
Sundial cimerrian landscape,
A quiet place, moon, sea and mist.
Desert road tree in the marsh,
Biological fantasy,
Ocean view, water map,
Ambiguity estuary.
Helen Lundeberg...
Illusory landscape, five decades of paint.
Helen Lundeberg...
Illusory landscape, four expressions of elegance, elegance.
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