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Hell, spookin' all over me
But the sight of you just
Breaks my heart in
Three - Ways of tellin' you
First you scratch the surface
Then you pull the plug!
Chorus:
If you get low it takes you by the
hand
Daisy Duke
Don't you know
Soon it will start again
Daisy Duke
Like a dreamy resonance
The same chase oasis
Quick in a slow way
Can't you see
That I know: You won't come around
To take me away from here
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You fell down the stairs,
been done before
stuck to the seats like Caramel
caramel
No word is spoken,
try and act serene
stuck on each other
like caramel
caramel
Red splendour above my head
the ugly, the bad and the good.
I saw you projected there
on canvas oil of blood
World where have you gone
watch them leaving
stuck on somebody else
like caramel,
Caramel
Red splendour above my head
the ugly, the bad and the good
I saw you projected there
on canvas oil of blood
Strung out on each other's lines
heroes with an edge
I saw you projected there
but it didn't make any sense
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There's a script - but I ain't writin'
Left that stage all in my mind
Cause I'm not hip to your sign
language
Sticky fingers of a different kind
The same word, foreign language
In the same season, they killed you
twice
For the sake of human nature
Sweet smell shotgun for the hip and
blind
She strokes the gun - feel how it's
warm
Got a mouthful dirt and razors
It'll cut right through last month's
flavour
with a mouthful, wasted terrors
Kill your Darlings, Kill your Darlings
Cause I tried bein' helpful
Sayin' things I don't understand
Can't come up with no new lines
from their sweet surfaced mouths
She strokes the gun - feel how it's
warm
Got a mouthful dirt and razors
It'll cut right through last month's
flavour
with a mouthful, wasted terrors
Kill your Darlings, Kill your Darlings
Kiss the gun, bite the bullets
Get off the stick - get on
She can
Well I've seen all their faces
Shakin' hands full of napalm traces
She strokes the gun - feel how it's
warm
Got a mouthful dirt and razors
It'll cut right through last month's
flavour
with a mouthful, wasted terrors
Kill your Darlings, Kill your Darlings
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Try me, write it down
On whatever is left to stay
But it means nothin' to me
Try and put it down to
Someone else's mistake
But it's over, it's over
Get high, any higher
And if I get this lonely
I write it down to this moment
Last word for solitude
Long time overdue
But it means nothin' to me
Cause you sit back
while every surf
Hits the rocks
Better than sure
Don't give it away
Get high, any higher
And if I get this lonely
I write it down to this moment
Cause : you want it you want it you
got it you got it if you taste it if
you need it if you waste it go chase
it
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Johnny got shot through the grease
drove his wheels through guarantee
walked about with a monkey on his
back
torn pages of a coward's almanac
he got stuck between y-z
first letters of his own alphabet
Everythin' is cut and dry
the rooster crows 3 times
as he turns and goes
the rooster crows 3 times
A wise man told him about a song
first he had to blow the dust from his
tongue
and Johnny said
cannot see the mess I'm in
can't seem to plug my organ in
Everythin' is cut and dry
the rooster crows 3 times
as he turns and goes
the rooster crows 3 times
Wished I had a bad, bad memory
for all my so-called friends to see
so keep on readin' between the lines
a frog's tongue freakin' at a jar of
flies
if we never meet again
it's too soon
so let's not pretend
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Can I wash your hair underneath
that wig
takes a minute to dry and get to the
other side
Can I peal the skin of your face
takes a minute to dry and get to the
other side
we better skip the old routine
can I pick you up on your way down
takes a minute to dry and get to the
other side
Can I come on in and feel at home
takes a minute to dry and get to the
other side
until the time finally comes
there'll be no breath, but you will
smell it
there'll be no death, but you will die
it
by the time you read this line I'll be
gone
we're gonna have a splendid time
as I sing the songs we'll never write
we gonna have a splendid time
it didn't have to be like this
there'll be no breath, but you will
smell it
there'll be no death, but you will die
it
there'll be no breath, but you will
smell it
there'll be no death, but you will die
it
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Like the hammer of a clickin' gun
words soundin'
funny coming out
all wrong hang on
sister we gotta lot to learn
this compartement
is self-contained
still my mouth is
runnin' dry
again I agree to
disagree I
know you are
but what am I
language
appeals to a long
lost cry carefully
chose words I
tried hang
on brother
we gotta lot
to learn for
what it's
worth the
right& wrongs
everybody shake
the hammer &
tongues to all of
you who don't
believe suck a lie
with a big hole in
me hang on sis-
ter we gotta lot
to learn
know you are
but what am I
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Spendin' the afternoon in a slowly
revolving door
They fill the place with laughing gas
Put your face against the glass
See the world slowly pass by you
Try and catch it while it's fast
Hold your breath against the glass
As I spell your name I'm thinking of
you
Slow it down
Let me out
Someone break the glass
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Feels like nothin' is real
when all you can hear is sorry again
please don't take my fraud
as I finish my thoughts for you
it's my new favourite word
it's a three letter hurt from inside
As I try to forget
it's as far as I'll get to hatin' you
Complicated - cannot find the words
Let your mind fall down
Sophisticated - love the way, it hurts
Let your mind fall down!
It's a long distance zoom
As I try to forget
It's as far as I'll get to hatin' you
Tell me - write it down - long distance
zoom!
Complicated - cannot find the words
Let your mind fall down
Sophisticated - love the way it hurts
let your mind fall down
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Common cancer - on the telephone
Dead stop radio - try an suck a hole
Gif wise tongue - dead gone
monotone
It's all around your big white ears
A life in the day - dream on dreamin'
on
Milk my mind - keep on keepin' on
Make me cream - have a taste son
10 000 Miles under the soul
Leave the story untold
But the map's already unfold
Everybody's soul searchin' for
Acapulco gold
Hands up raised high
Keep your mind blowin'
Won't you pay no mind
Got your face glowin'
Keep your fi-hi
With my mind blowin'
It's been travellin' to wherever it
should
Leave the story untold
But the map's already unfold
Everybody's soul searching for
Acapulco gold
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