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I bet you people love this music so post back! :yes :music :rock :yucky

 

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I Am Trying To Break Your Heart

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I am an American aquarium drinker

I assassin down the avenue

I'm hiding out in the big city blinking

What was I thinking when I let go of you?

 

Let's forget about the tongue-tied lightning

Let's undress just like cross-eyed strangers

This is not a joke, so please stop smiling

What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?

 

I want to glide through those brown eyes dreaming

Take it from the inside, baby hold on tight

You were so right when you said that I've been drinking

What was I thinking when I said good night?

 

I want to hold you in the Bible-black predawn

You're quite a quiet domino, bury me now

Take off your Band-Aid because I don't believe in touchdowns

What was I thinking when I said hello?

 

I'd always thought that if I held you tightly

You'd always love me like you did back then

Then I fell asleep and the city kept blinking

What was I thinking when I let you back in?

 

I am trying to break your heart

I am trying to break your heart

But still I'd be lying if I said it wasn't easy

I am trying to break your heart

 

Disposable Dixie-cup drinking

I assassin down the avenue

I'm hiding out in the big city blinking

What was I thinking when I let go of you?

 

loves you

I'm the man who loves you

 

 

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Kamera

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I need a camera to my eye

To my eye, reminding

Which lies I have been hiding

which echoes belong

I've counted out days

to see how far

I've driven in the dark

with echoes in my heart

 

Phone my family, tell them I'm lost

on the sidewalk

and, no, it's not OK

 

I smashed a camera

I wanna know why

To my eye deciding

which lies i have been hiding

Which echoes belong

I'm counting on

a heart I know by heart

to walk me through this war

Memories distort

 

Phone my family, tell them I'm lost

on the sidewalk

and, no, it's not OK

 

I've counted out

and no one knows how far

I've driven in the dark

with echoes in my heart

 

Phone my family, tell them I'm lost

Yeah, I'm lost

and, no, it's not OK

 

 

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Radio Cure

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Cheer up, honey, I hope you can

There is something wrong with me

My mind is filled with silvery stars

Honey, kisses, clouds of fog

Shoulders shrugging off

 

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can

There is something wrong wit h me

My mind is filled with radio cures

Electronic surgical words

 

Picking apples for kings and queens of things I have never seen

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable

 

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can

There is something wrong with me

My mind is filled with silvery stars

Honey, kisses, clouds of fog

 

Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I've never seen

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable

Oh, distance the way of making love understandable

Oh, distance the way of making love understandable

 

Cheer up honey, I hope you can...

 

 

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War on War

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It's a war on war

It's a war on war

It's a war on war

It's a war on war

It's a war on war

It's a war on war

It's a war on war

There's a war on

 

You're gonna lose

You have to lose

You have to learn how to die

 

Just watching the miles flying by

Just watching the miles flying by

You are not my typewriter

But you could be my demon

moving forward through the flaming doors

 

You have to lose

You have to learn how to die

if you want to want to be alive, okay?

 

You have to lose

You have to lose

You have to learn how to die

if you want to want to be alive

 

You have to die

You have to die

You have to learn how to die

if you want to want to be alive, okay?

 

 

Jesus, Etc.

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Jesus, don't cry

You can rely on me, honey

You can combine anything you want

I'll be around

You were right about the stars

Each one is a setting sun

 

Tall buildings shake

Voices escape singing sad sad songs

tuned to chords

Strung down your cheeks

Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

 

Don't cry

You can rely on me honey

You can come by any time you want

I'll be around

You were right about the stars

Each one is a setting sun

 

Tall buildings shake

Voices escape singing sad sad songs

tuned to chords

Strung down your cheeks

Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

 

Voices whine

Skyscrapers are scraping together

Your voice is smoking

Last cigarettes are all you can get

Turning your orbit around

 

 

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Ashes Of American Flags

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The cash machine is blue and green

For a bundle of twenties and a small service fee

I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents

On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes

I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck

How hot and sorrowful, the machine begs for luck

 

All my lies are always wishes

I know I would die if I could come back new

 

We want a good life with a nose for things

the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering

I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue

Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?

 

All my lies are always wishes

I know I would die if I could come back new

 

I'm down on my hands and knees

every time I hear a doorbell ring

I shake like a toothache

every time I hear myself sing

 

All my lies are only wishes

I know I would die if I could come back new

 

I would like to salute

the ashes of American flags

And all the fallen leaves

filling up shopping bags

 

 

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Heavy Metal Drummer

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I sincerely miss those heavy metal bands

I used to go see on the landing in the summer

She fell in love with the drummer

She fell in love with the drummer

She fell in love

 

Shiny, shiny pants and bleach-blond hair

A double kick drum by the river in the summer

She fell in love with the drummer

Another and another

She fell in love

 

I miss the innocence I've known

Playing KISS covers, beautiful and stoned

 

Unlock my body and move myself to dance

Moving warm liquid, flowing blowing glass

Classical music blasting masks the ringing in my ears

 

I sincerely miss those heavy metal bands

I used to go see on the landing in the summer

She fell in love with the drummer

She fell in love with another

She fell in love

 

I miss the innocence I've known

Playing KISS covers, beautiful and stoned

Playing KISS covers, beautiful and stoned

Playing KISS covers, beautiful and stoned

 

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I'm The Man Who Loves You

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All I can see is black and white

and white and pink with blades of blue

that lay between the words I think

on a page I was meaning to send her

You I couldn't tell if it bring my heart

the way I wanted when I started

writing this letter to you

 

If I could you know I would

just hold your hand and you'd understand

I'm the man who loves you

 

All I can be is a busy sea of

spinning wheels and hands that feel

for stones to throw and feet that run but

they come back home, make no difference

ever known, make no difference

ever known to me

 

If I could you know I would

just hold your hand and you'd understand

I'm the man who loves you

 

All I can see is black and white

and white and pink with blades of blue

that lay between the words I think

on a page I was meaning to send her

You I couldn't tell if it bring my heart

the way I wanted when I started

writing this letter to you

 

If I could you know I would

just hold your hand and you'd understand

If I could you know I would

just hold your hand and you'd understand

If I could you know I would

just hold your hand and you'd understand

I'm the man who loves you

I'm the man who loves you

 

 

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Pot Kettle Black

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Crazy rides rockets

Who has a magic wand

Empty out your pockets

Words without a song

 

I myself have found a real rival in myself

I am hoping for a re-arrival of my health

 

Sleeping eye sockets

Baby suck your thumb

I'll keep you in my locket

A string I never strum

 

It's become so obvious

You are so oblivious to yourself

 

You're tied in a knot

But I'm not gonna get caught

Calling a pot kettle black

Every song's a comeback

Every moment's a little bit later

 

Lazy locomotives

wherever you may roll

I think you have no motive

I know you have no home

 

It's become so obvious

You are so oblivious to yourself

 

You're tied in a knot

But I'm not gonna get caught

Calling a pot kettle black

Every song's a comeback

Every moment's a little bit later

Every moment's a little bit later

Every moment's a little bit later

Every moment's a little bit later

 

 

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Poor Places

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It's my father's voice dreaming of

Sailors sailing off in the morning

for the air-conditioned rooms

at the top of the stairs

 

His jaw's been broken

his bandage is wrapped too tight

his fangs have been pulled

and i really want to see you tonight

 

There's Bourbon on the breath

of the singer you love so much

He takes all his words from the books

that you don't read anyway

 

His jaw's been broken

his bandage is wrapped too tight

My fangs have been pulled

and I really want to see you tonight

 

Someone ties a bow

in my backyard to show me love

My voice is climbing walls

smoking and i want love

 

My jaw's been broken

My heart is wrapped in ice

My fangs have been pulled

and i really want to see you tonight

 

And it makes no difference to me

how they cried all over overseas

It's hot in the poor places tonight

I'm not going outside

 

They cried all over overseas

It makes no difference to me

It's hot in the poor places tonight

I'm not going outside

 

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Reservations

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How can I convince you it's me I don't like

When I've always been distant

and I've always told lies for love

 

I'm bound by these choices so hard to make

I'm bound by the feeling so easy to fake

None of this is real enough to take me from you

 

Oh I've got reservations

about so many things

but not about you

 

I know this isn't what you were wanting me to say

How can I get closer and be further away

From the truth that proves it's beautiful to lie

 

I've got reservations

about so many things

but not about you

I've reservations

about so many things

but not about you

not about you

not about you

not about you

it's not about you

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