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King Me (2003)
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No more pain
I see the raindrops punching holes in her
as they walk down her beat
She'll think of you with every new boy that she meets
From me to you, from you to me
I'll never be the same

Vaxxine, take the sting out of my heart

Keep things plain
Don't decorate your life with overture
because you'll crash overseas
She'll think of you with every felt fine summer breeze
From me to you from you to me

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If I owed you better days in your mind
You'd see that better days were behind
You should know it's conscience time again

Sailor
You're one time a minute,
one time a minute
Oh Sailor

You'll feel better
Stand on your own
You'll feel better
but you're going to be alone
You should know it's conscience time again

Find a way for me now

You'll feel better
Stand on your own
You'll see better
but you're going to be alone
You should know it's conscience time again

Sailor
You're one time a minute,
one time a minute

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I'm sorry that you're falling apart
Falling apart, falling apart at the seams

I'm sorry that you're losing your heart
Losing your heart, heart and your dreams

The last to know

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You can come to my house
when you get in town
You can stay with me in my house
when you get in town

Because you've found a friend in me
to wear you on


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Sun burns the charcoal into fine glass
Beneath the coral undersea grass
Pearls are born in ocean's oyster sand
Trapped into beautifying every hand
Glamorous as any prisoner can

Diamond
Bombs Away
Shot dead zirconium gun

Spy ready periscopes are looking out
War submarines of love have turned about
Fool's gold is shaped into a band
Trapped into beautifying every hand
Glamorous as any prisoner can

Diamond
Bombs Away
Shot dead zirconium gun

Camouflage me, Kamikaze

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Immaculate hearts agree
Your love can set me free
Don't be afraid to love me now
Don't be afraid to love because someday
all our days will be Sundays
Boy don't we deserve them?
Soon as you say all our days will be Sundays
Boy don't we deserve them

Doesn't this make you homesick?
It does me, but it does the trick
What do you know you've met your match
Ready to love with strings attached
Leaving your lonely heart behind

Someday all our days will be Sundays
Boy don't we deserve them?
Soon as you say all our days will be Sundays

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Black flower day
because you're just not built that way
finding sentimental value in a time
Not much to say
because you're just not built that way,
finding sentimental value in a time

When you loved me before
red blood turned to blue
Like a close shave from a cold grave
Will you love me before red blood turns to blue?

Assembly day
but you're just not built to stay,
finding temporary value in my time
Not much to say
because you're just not built that way,

finding sentimental value in a time
When you loved me before
red blood turned to blue
Like a close shave from a cold grave

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Sleep in the flower bed with rocks and stones
Curl up on ivy leaves with garden gnomes
This winter I'll be down here with
broekn bones and you can't see

Because I couldn't survive up here alive
Can't stand one more minute of this life
if you're not in it
Do what you want

Take the elevator down, I'm comfortable
Begonias and my sugarcane it's tolerable
But living up there without you ain't functional
So dig me deep

Because I'd stand still and stop running
if I knew you were coming
Abandon solo mission because freedom
feels like prison

Take a look around, then bury me alive
You've got me going down
Because I can't stay

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Missing you tonight
since you took that flight
because baby we're so tight

You and me
We're mutual like Omaha
Firgerprinted, dusted the same
You and me, we're mutual like Omaha
Thick as theives, bound by one chain

Something feels so right
Get on a plane tonight
because baby I've drawn the line

You and me
We're mutual like Omaha
Figerprinted, dusted the same


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You were the sun and I was moon
Then suddenly we were fine with it that way
I saw the two and they were withering
on the vine to be so happy
So happy, behind your face
An invention has taken your place

Sad, lovely, guilty when it's fish or cut line

You were the sun and I was moon
Then suddenly we were fine with it that way
I saw the stars and they were twinkling way
up high to be so happy behind your face
An invention has taken your place


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