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(S. Weiland)
Fine place for a day full of breakdowns
Takes more than a meltdown to show us how
Throw a tak on the road stop the meatplow
Got a bullet but it ain't mine
They got these pictures of everything
To break us down yeah to break me down
They make us hate and we make it bleed
But I got a lover and yeah she shows me how
To understand yeah to understand
I got a brother and well he shows me how
To make amends yeah to make amends with it
Take a break from the mousetrap we call home
Takes more than a message to make me smile
I can feel when she kisses me sleeping
But not when the news is on
They got these pictures of everything...
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(S. Weiland)
One time a thing occurred to me
What's real and what's for sale
Blew a kiss and tried to take it home
It Isn't you, isn't me
Search for things that you can't see
Going blind Out of reach
Somewhere in the vasoline
Two times and it has rendered me
Punch drunk and without bail
Think I'd be safer all alone
Flies in the vasoline we are
Sometimes it blows my mind
Keep getting stuck here all the time
It Isn't you, isn't me...
You'll see the look And you'll see the lies
You'll eat the lies And you will
Flies in the vasoline we are
Sometimes it blows my mind
Keep getting stuck here all the time
It Isn't you, isn't me...
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(S. Weiland)
Its ok its ok ok believe me
Pins in me pins in me in me you kill me
The lounge fly the lounge fly the fly you bring me
I think I'm free but the dogs they wont release me
Don't have a nickel or a dollar but you feed me
My bottle's empty but you always refuel me
I feel I'm sinking but you wont let me drown me
I wanna fuck I wanna fuck but do you need me
I can't give What I take away And the other understands
She said she'd be my woman She said she'd be my man
And I can't live this way
Please refill my soul
When you grumble, you'll always walk with scum
(She said she'd be my woman She said she'd be my man)
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(S. Weiland)
Waitin' on a sunday afternoon for what I've read between the lines - Your lies
Feelin' Like a hand in rusted shame. So do you laugh or does it cry - Reply?
Leavin' On a southern train only yesterday you lied
Promises of what I seemed to be only watched the time go by
All of these things you said to me
Breathing Is the hardest thing to do with all I've said and all that's dead for you
You lied - Goodbye
Leavin' on a southern train only yesterday you lied
Promises of what I seemed to be only watched the time go by
All of these things I said to you
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(S. Weiland)
Our bed we live, our bed we sleep
Making love and I become you
Flesh is warm with naked feet
Stabbing thorns and you become me
Oh, I'd beg for you, you know I'll beg for you
Pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
Take a bath I'll drink the water that you leave
If you should die before me ask if you could bring a friend
Pick a flower hold your breath and drift away
She holds my hand, we share a laugh
Sipping orange blossom breezes
Love is still and sweat remains
A cherished gift unselfish feeling
Oh, I'd beg for you, you know I'll beg for you
Pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
Take a bath I'll drink the water that you leave
If you should die before me ask if you could bring a friend
Pick a flower hold your breath and drift away
She tells me things, I listen well
Drink the wine save the water
Skin is smooth I steal a glance
Dragon flies 'er' gliding over
Oh I'd beg for you, you know I'll beg for you
Pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
Take a bath I'll drink the water that you leave
If you should die before me ask if you could bring a friend
Pick a flower hold your breath and drift away
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(S. Weiland)
Have you seen your mother girl? Has she gone away?
Gone away and found the pearl
But the price she paid
Gone - When you wake in the morning
Gone - When you find that there's no one sleeping
Gone - Pretty Penny was her name
She was loved and we all will miss her
How far will you go I say, just to bait a mouse?
Shorter lived and longer gone
Can you figure out?
Gone - When you wake in the morning
Gone - When you find that there's no one sleeping
Gone - Pretty Penny was her name
She was loved and we all will miss her
Have you lost your sister girl? She's all but blown away
Blown away and lost the pearl
And the price she paid
Gone - When you wake in the morning
Gone - When you find that there's no one sleeping
Gone - Pretty Penny was her name
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(S. Weiland)
Find you in the dark, read you like a cheap surprise
Oh without shame, sell me out and frame your name
I can hear when the pig whispers sweetly
Jealousy is the weapon you kill me
Keep a dime for the truth you might tell
You towed the line and I know it was mine
Couldn't hide write a wave ride a lie
Let me know: Can I friend ask you why?
Rolling back the days, With my friend I love to play
The "Little One": Superman with Silvergun
I can hear when the pig whispers sweetly
Jealousy is the weapon you kill me
Keep a dime for the truth you might tell
You towed the line and I know it was mine
Couldn't hide write a wave ride a lie
Let me know: Can I friend ask you why?
Wait for me - Take a dive take a piece of my life (leave me numb)
Wait for me - Tell a lie try to take my wife (leave me numb)
Wait for me - Take a dive take a piece of my life (leave me numb)
Close to me - And I'll leave you numb
You towed the line and I know it was mine
Couldn't hide write a wave ride a lie
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(S. Weiland)
Driving faster in my car,
Falling farther from just what we are
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill - Falling faster in my car
Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride, it leaves today no conversation
Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to wait to long to wait to long to wait to long
Too much walkin' shoes worn thin
Too much trippin' and my soul's worn thin
Time to catch a ride it leaves today
Her name is what it means
Too much walkin' shoes worn thin
Time to take her home...
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(S. Weiland)
Moderation Is masturbation
What is what and what makes you feel good?
All these things I think about I think about
Always come unglued
Yeah I got this thing its comin' over me
I got this thing its comin' over me
I got this feeling comin' over me
Over me
This confusion Is my illusion
Nowhere to look but nowhere to find ya
All these things I'm sick about I'm sick about
Always come unglued
Yeah I got this thing its comin' over me
I got this thing its comin' over me
I got this feeling comin' over me over me
Moderation Is masturbation
What is what and what makes you feel good
All these things I think about I think about
Always come unglued
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(S. Weiland)
You don't look but you kick me
You can't feel but you hit me
You can't deal with the way I pray
Why do we all have to look this way
I gotta heart I got blood feel pain
Time, time is not on my side -'Cause the way I am
Gotta gotta find gotta find the reason why A woman ain't a man
You don't look but you kick me
You can't feel but you hit me
You can't deal with the way I pray
Why do you all have to think this way
I gotta heart I got blood feel pain
Fall in those single file lines like Army Ants
Yeah fall into those single file lines and complete the plan
You don't look but you kick me
You can't feel but you hit me
You can't deal with the way I pray
Why do we all have to think this way
I gotta heart I got blood feel pain
You don't look but you kick me
You can't deal with the way I pray
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(S. Weiland)
Somebody told me I know where to go
Somebody showed me I was last to know
Sell me down the river
What I wanted Is what I wanted
What I wanted Is what she wanted
Unfriendly feelings down on wounded knees
Unfriendly reasons some blind mothers need
Sell me down the river
What I wanted Is what we wanted
What we wanted Is what she wanted
You read the words and it sells you life
They sell their words, but its all a lie
Somebody told me I know where to go
Somebody showed me I was last to know
Sell me down the river
What I wanted Is what I wanted
What we wanted Is what we wanted
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