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She put on her party dress
I put on my jacket and walked out the door
Didn't have nowhere to go
Didn't matter that the night was getting cold
Pulled her closer to me
To keep her warm
And everything was beautiful and free
In the beginning
She woke up late in the morning
I pulled the curtain back
The sun came pouring in
There was no one in the world
There was nothing else just me and my girl
She put her arms around me
gave me a kiss
And everything was beautiful and free
In the beginning
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She used to love me but it's
Over now
That was a good thing that's
Gone man, gone
I pass the hours
Just to get by
Talk to the dogs
So I know that I'm alive
I never thought that I should quit
All the stupid crazy shit that I do
In the name of
Keepin' good things away
Some things you can
Puck right up
Other things
Well, you better not screw up
My problem was
That I could not see
What was important
Right in front of me
I never though that I should quit
All the stupid crazy shit that I do
In the name of
Keepin' good things away
How much longer, man
Before they surf?
It's here today
But it's gone man, gone
The epitaph scratched upon my stone:
"Here lies a man who just wanna be alone"
She used to love me but it's
Over now
That was a good thing that's
Gone man, gone
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In my younger days
This wouldn't have been so hard
I would've just shrugged it off
But now it's tough
I'm not so rough
I've got a little ways to go
It's not over yet, I know
But it feels
Not so far away
In my younger days
This still would've knocked me down
But I would've just bounced right back, you know
Now I'm a statistic
But I'm not fatalistic
I'm not yet resigned to fate
And I'm not gonna be ruled by hate
But it's strong
And it's filling up my days
In my younger days
I would've just chalked it up
As part of my ongoing education
But I've had enough
Been through some stuff
And I don't need any more misery
To teach me what I should be
I just need you back
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Well it's a pretty bad place outside this door
I could go out there but I don't see what for
And I'm happy living here in the dark
On the edge of my mind
And it's nobody else's business
Now it's just me myself and the secrets that live within the walls
of the mansions of Los Feliz
Well the city's on fire you can smell the flesh
And the screams like dogs in the wilderness
And where all the poor souls go
Looking to mend their hearts
Like it's everyone else's business
And at best they'll find the secrets that live within the walls
of the mansions of Los Feliz
Well he's gone out again and left you all alone
Come on over I'm always home
And where do the poor souls go
Looking to mend their hearts
Well I do mean to make it my business
And it's just me myself and the secrets that live within the walls
of the mansions of Los Feliz
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She locked herself in the bathroom again
So I am pissing in the yard
I have to laugh when I think how far it's gone
But things aren't funny any more
I drew a line into the dirt
And dared her to step right across it
And she did
So I am knocking on the door again
I say, "Do you want to be alone?"
She says, "No I don't wanna be alone
But I think that you do
I drew a line into the dirt
And dared her to step right across it
And she did
And I know she's right, I know how it would be
If I had my own way with the world
As I know it should be
She locked herself in the bathroom again
So I've been shutting down the lights
And I don't know if I'll ever go back again
I'm drivin' straight into the night
I drew a line into the dirt
And dared her to step right across it
And she did
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Crazy guy with a matted beard
Standing on the corner
Shouting out "end times are near"
And nobody noticed him
But I can hear him loud and clear
She is gone now, and nowhere near
Seems like end times are here
I walk around a puddle in the street
And head on home
Outside my window there's a cat in heat
Shut up, cat, and leave me alone
There ain't no heat on round here
I don't feel nothing now
Not even fear
Now that end times are here
Now everyone's crazy, they've lost their minds
Just look at the world
It could all be over at any old time
And I can hear it loud and clear
The world is ending, and what do I care?
She's gone, end times are here
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She used to love me but it's
Over now
That was a good thing that's
Gone man, gone
I pass the hours
Just to get by
Talk to the dogs
So I know that I'm alive
I never thought that I should quit
All the stupid crazy shit that I do
In the name of
Keepin' good things away
Some things you can
Fuck right up
Other things
Well, you better not screw up
My problem was
That I could not see
What was important
Right in front of me
I never though that I should quit
All the stupid crazy shit that I do
In the name of
Keepin' good things away
How much longer, man
Before they surf?
It's here today
But it's gone man, gone
The epitaph scratched upon my stone:
"Here lies a man who just wanna be alone"
She used to love me but it's
Over now
That was a good thing that's
Gone man, gone
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Scary little suicide bomber
On the way to paradise
Gonna take yourself and be with her
Killin' once and killin' twice
Well it's a real hard time
Singin' the paradise blues
Kinda hard to blame somebody
For goin' to a better place
For thinkin' there's some kinda magic
Up there past outer space
Well that's some crazy-ass shit
Singin' the paradise blues
I'm gonna walk these filthy streets
I'm gonna raise my head
I may not be in paradise
Woo, but I'm not dead
Ain't gonna fly blind
Singin' these paradise blues
Your contempt and your sarcasm
It's all so transparent
Why don't you give up the act now, kid
Woo, and let some love in?
Cause that's all that we got
Singin' these paradise blues
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(Something's not right, I don't understand)
Nowadays I keep to myself
Everybody else can look some other way
Things I say seem to get me into trouble
That I've been through for too many days
And trouble is a friend of mine
I'd like to leave behind
I like my friends more refined
Things I lose
Weighing on my heart
Every time I start to think
Maybe it's through
A little lie
Goes a long way when you can't say
Quite for sure what's the truth
The truth is something no one really
Wants to hear you say
Just how you doin and have a nice day
Nowadays you go for a walk
Better not stop and wave or say hello
Just this song
People will spit, give you shit
Just for looking at them
And for walking too slow
Slowly and methodically
I'll lock the world away
Haunted by my better days
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You need help, baby, you've come unhinged
It's clear to everybody, you're on the fringe
Thought I'd stay until I died
But the twinkle in your eye is gone
And now all that's left is a mean old girl
Behind your crazy eyes
We were good together, as good as it gets
I only wanted to help you from the day we met
And I'm sleeping on the couch for months on end
You were more than my girl
You were my best friend
All that's left is a mean old girl
Behind her crazy eyes
I defy you to defy me
In your crazy state
You don't which way is up
And it's way too late
To ever fix all of the things
That you did break
Not least of which
is my heart
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I need a mother
I'm sorry but it's true
I need a lover
Not someone like you
I been your daddy for too long of a time
Need a little mothering just once in a while
I need a mother
I'm sorry but it's true
It's undercover, the way it's always been
I should have said something
But I didn't know where to begin
You've been taking everything I have to give
But I don't have no more
This ain't no way for me to live
I need a mother
I'm sorry, that's just how it is
I need a mother
It's really nothing new
A little help sometimes
That's just what you do
I been your daddy for too long of a time
Need a little help, you know
Just once in a while
I need a mother
I'm sorry, but it's true
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Little bird
Hoppin' on my porch
I know it sounds kinda sad
But what's it all for?
Right now you're the only friend I have in the world
And I just can't take out very much
Goddamn
I miss that girl
Little bird
You look all right
I'm sure it's not easy
Gettin' through your night
So tell me this can't be how it's gonna end
Tell me my heart
Somehow
Dear God
Is gonna mend
Little bird
I guess you're right
Can't let her take me out
Without a fight
But right now I can't see making sense of this world
I just can't take out very much
Goddamn
I miss that girl
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One, two, three
Two, two, three
I am a man
In great pain over
Great beauty
It's not easy
Standing on my feet
These days
But you know I'm pretty sure that
I've been through worse
And I'm sure I can take the hit
I pushed the bed against the window today
So there'd only be one side
Well, it's a little less lonely that way
But I'm still dying inside
When I wake up
In the middle of the night
No one's gonna tell me
I'll be all right
So many thousands
Of days in my life
That I don't remember
And a small handful
Of days that I do
Hold near to my heart
And one of those days
That I remember well
Is about me and you
When it's time
To look back on my life
Most of it won't seem so important
The shit that matters
And what I'll really miss
Is falling asleep with your arms around me
Waking up knowing that you're there
Making everything feel right in the world
People sleeping
In Hazmat suits
Taping up their windows
It's a mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad world
And it's hard to make any sense of it
But one thing I know that is true in this world
Is the love that I felt for you
Being on my feet these days
Well, it's a wonder I survive
No one taught me how to live on my own
I'm running scared
One sweet day I'll be back on my feet
And I'll be all right
I just gotta get
Back on my feet
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Loyalty is easy when you're king
Doesn't matter who's around to bring
Some friend you turned out to be
Looking cool but anyone can see
That you don't know where you're going to
But I have some idea
Count out (?) of everybody's wins
That's what'll finally do you in
Some friend you turned out to be
Looking cool but anyone can see
That you don't know where you're going to
But I have some idea
Sorry but I've got a train to catch
Gonna leave you and your schemes to hatch
Some friend you turned out to be
Looking cool but anyone can see
That you don't know where you're going to
But I have some idea
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Well I just heard it the other day
My little lady got things she don't say
In front of me and I'm not to proud
She tells her friends my name is walking cloud
Well it sounds to me like an indian name
And I'm not so sure that I want my fame
To hinge on the fact that I'm a bad egg
She says I'm like a big black cloud on legs
Well I'm not so bad I must defend myself
I like dogs and birds and records on the shelf
Well it's a crazy mixed up life
When it's hard for man and wife
To get along in a crowd
When you're walking cloud
Well I guess I can be such a bitter old fuck
And it's true that I've fallen on some pretty hard luck
But I think she's forgetting all the things we vowed
Ain't it wrong to call your man a walking cloud?
Cause I'm not so bad I must defend myself
I like dogs and birds and records on the shelf
Well it's a crazy mixed up life
When it's hard for man and wife
To get along in a crowd
When you're walking cloud
Well I just heard it the other day
My little lady got things she don't say
In front of me and I'm not to proud
She tells her friends my name is walking cloud
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It was late, had some drinks
It was only our second date
She looked good, real, real good
I wanted to do what I could
I'm not one to jump in the pond without checking
How deep the water may be
But I knew this was it, we each said to get
A $200 Tattoo
It hurt a little, hell, it hurt a lot
But a man who won't commit is something I'm not
A little tear rolled down her face
When it was done we went back to her place
I'm not one to jump in the pond without checking
How deep the water may be
But I knew she's the one, and I'm telling you, son
I got a $200 Tattoo, she did too
A $200 Tattoo
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What can I tell you you haven't heard a hundred times
About the man who didn't know he'd lost his mind?
He didn't know he'd lost his mind
He really thought that he was fine
Mary and Joseph look away from what is here
It's not gonna be a pretty sight
sight
If it could be a little more and a little less
Maybe I'd get it all together and get out of this mess
I'm gonna get out of this mess
And I'll do my very best
To get out of this mess
And I'll go where I can breathe
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