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Pulse
03:37
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You can say the rain is seeping in underneath your raincoat to your skin; letting go all you’ve held within. You can say our time is in the past. Better days; it all went by so fast in my own way—it won’t last. The sun won’t always shine, but I think I’m doing fine. It can rain on my parade; my umbrella’s torn and frayed. So, if you want to let me be; if you want to set me free, it’s all right by me. You can say I can’t see it through. You can say I don’t know what to do, but I say it’s not true. The sun won’t always shine, but I think I’m doing fine. It can rain on my parade; my umbrella’s torn and frayed. So, if you want to let me be; if you want to set me free, it’s all right by me. I’m gonna shake me up – listen to my heart and just lean on luck – ma-ake a brand new start. Try to control my fear – I may be unknown but I can make it here – make it on my own. The sun won’t always shine (you can say) but I think I’m doing fine (rain is seeping in). It can rain on my parade (underneath). My umbrella’s torn and frayed (your raincoat to your skin). So, if you want to let me be (letting go); if you want to set me free (all you’ve held within), it’s all right by me.
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Way Too Far Gone
03:34
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Another early morning when all the news is boring. What I should say, I’m far too proud to say. Despite your one word warning, I walked back home this morning. Games in play; I’m far too proud to stay. And it’s way too far gone and far too easy to lie. Don’t blame yourself, now you know. My good intentions crumbling, my thoughts are vague and fumbling—fading out. I left no doubt today. Another early warning, still all the news is boring. What can I say? I’m far too proud to stay. And it’s way too far gone and far too easy to lie. Don’t blame yourself, now you know. Dancing ‘round your room to those bitter songs in the afternoon. But it’s okay, it’s alright, I didn’t come here to start a fight. And it’s way too far gone and far too easy to lie. Don’t blame yourself now you know, yeah. Dancing ‘round your room, singing bitter songs in the afternoon.
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Dim Star
04:34
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Dim star, flickering star, I know you wonder what you are. Should you tumble from the sky, she won’t take you home tonight. You sleep, I’ll drive. Bright star, shooting star, does anybody know who you are? Arc, flare, radiate but that orbit will decay and you light yourself on fire again. And you light yourself on fire again. You sleep, I’ll drive. Lights you up and then decays, but you didn’t want it anyway. You forget every time you go away. Dim star, flickering star, I know you wonder what you are. Should you tumble from the sky, she won’t take you home tonight. You sleep, I’ll drive.
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Everything Is Boring Me
04:37
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I don’t mind waking up alone usually I can find my own way home. On and on, I just don’t mind those empty days stretched out in line and most days it don’t bother me at all. Bee-stung lips keep me in suspense. Mixing truths with Tanqueray put me on defence. On and on in endless days–an empty stretch of drunken haze and most days it don’t bother me at all. And I say everything is boring me from politick to certainty. The same debates and no one seems to say anything at all. No, no, no, no, no. Alcohol could be my only friend. Pretty girls and cigarettes will kill me in the end. On and on the same debates with nothing said except to hate and most days it don’t bother me at all. And she says everything is boring me from politick to certainty. The same debates and no one seems to say anything at all. No, no, no, no, no.
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Maybe
04:25
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Maybe while we’re waiting to be transported. Maybe while we’re waiting to be transformed. Maybe while we’re waiting for a better thing convinced that nothing’s happening, but barely breathing in the dim. Maybe I could be your girl? Maybe while we’re waiting for a better thing convinced that nothing’s happening, but barely breathing in the din of that next first kiss deafening. Maybe while we’re waiting for the lights to dim—for courage or something like it finally to kick in or, failing that, some music that we can lose ourselves in. Maybe while we’re waiting here at home alone or high as kites in a thunderstorm on the radio or telephone. Maybe while we lie there not sleeping right, holding our breaths in case it might just change everything tonight. Change everything tonight (maybe I could be your girl). Changes everything and then it turns you back, leaves you with just a swollen heart and an aching back. Maybe.
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Blood Moves Quiet
03:02
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On the edge falling off breaking down move on up take it over give it back I want that thing I can’t attack so leave me here don’t let me know I want this pain to let me go. Here I stand unspoken words fall out my mouth onto the earth peel it off sew it up drink the wine or spill the cup so leave me here within this cell I’m caught up within my own hell. Can’t go back in forward gear I bring the earth up to my ear I hear the wind whisper to me the ocean cries to be set free and nature sings a broken song that life is late and can’t stay long. Please phone home let Mother know her child’s out late it starts to snow and on the streets a madman prowls on the loose a mad dog howls blood moves quiet soft and slow and so in time will have to show Mother’s child has left us now we only pray she’ll heal somehow.
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If ever your world just falls apart and feels like it’s too late to restart. Whenever he seems so insincere, leaving you cornered by your fear, don’t let him hold you back from breaking out. Keep moving along—staying strong. Don’t let him hold you back. There’s nothing to save. You tried everything you could this time. Let go of your pride. It won’t be so bad at all. Less of a dream than your nightmare, it’s only a sad and dull affair. He knew it could never be the same playing these shameless, empty games. Don’t let me hold you back from breaking out. Keep moving along—staying strong. Don’t let me hold you back. There’s nothing to save. You tried everything you could this time. Let go of your pride. It won’t be so bad at all. Just take it easy on yourself. There’s nothing to save. You tried everything you could this time. Let go of your pride. It won’t be so bad at all. It won’t be so bad after all. Just take it easy on yourself.
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Muscles In Your Back
04:42
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If I’m gonna write a love song, I’ll at least make it true. This one doesn’t walk on air like those other songs do and it doesn’t mind my narrow range or the fact I can barely play. All it really needs from me is that I mean what I say. All it really needs is that I mean what I say. If you’re gonna sing me a love song, make ‘em songs I can use. Don’t just stand there looking mad and scared saying “What can I do?” Because, I don’t always know what’s going to help. If I knew, don’t you think I’d just do it myself? Yeah, if I knew, I’d just do it myself. We can live in the world as it is or try to fix on dreams. I know where I want to live and I’d like you on my team. When we’re no longer excited by the shape of each other’s ass, I’d like my hands to know by heart all the muscles in your back. Yeah, I’d like to know by heart all the muscles in your back. I want a love like it looks like the grown-ups do it, but I don’t have a clue and I think it’s time I owned up to it. ‘Cause I’ve said it like “Please don’t leave me alone,” but I’ve heard it said like “I’m glad you’re here. Make yourself at home. Come on in, make yourself at home. I’m glad you’re here. Make yourself at home. Yeah, come on in, make yourself at home.” Make yourself at home.
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It's Time
05:42
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It’s time to let yourself go–to let yourself be whatever you want to be. It’s time to let yourself know–to let yourself free from whatever you want to be. Whenever the world is holding you down-whenever your work is making you frown-just step outside into the day soak up the sun whatever they say. I’ll be there to show you the way. It’s time to make up your mind–to pick up your heart from wherever you want to start. It’s time to let yourself find–to let yourself see that you will always have me. Whenever the world is holding you down-whenever your work is making you frown-just step outside into the day soak up the sun whatever they say. I’ll be there to show you the way. It’s time. If you feel their expectations holding you back-if you feel their indignations on the attack-don’t let me keep you down. You don’t need me around. It’s time to let yourself know–to let yourself free from whatever you want to be. It’s time to let yourself go–to let yourself be whatever you want to be. Whatever you want to see, however you want to be, it’s alright with me.
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Good To Be Me
02:37
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I’ve known you forever, at least it seems that way when I see your face. But only you can take me, take me from this place. You’ve got me dreaming and you’ve got me thinking that it’s good to be me. Have I been dreaming my life away? What have I been doing on my own? I think I’ll love you forever. I’ve been trying all night to get you alone. You’ve got me dreaming and you’ve got me thinking that it’s good to be me. All this time I’ve been hiding my heart. Petrified and stuck in the sand. And all the while you’re in front of me, were I only to reach out my hand. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do to me. there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for you. But tell me what do you see in me? Is it what I believe I see in you? You’ve got me dreaming and you’ve got me thinking that it’s good to be me.
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