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04/19/2011 |
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4. | Sad Song |
5. | Everything at Once |
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7. | Here to Stay |
8. | You Will Be Mine |
9. | Shock Me Into Love |
10. | Everything's Okay |
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* | Maybe I Love You (iTunes bonus track) |
* | Wrote Me Out (iTunes bonus track) |
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Two, now that I'm with you
Another point of view
Instead of what I knew
Oh two, whatever will do
I don't see a way through
But you're the one I choose
I never knew what double could do
But things are better, so much better
Hold me closer, never let me go
I don't want any other baby
Two is the one, two is the one
I was lonely, never had nobody
But now I've got double, baby
Two is the one, two is the one for me
One, never had so much fun
Staying up till sun
Banging on my own drum
One, always looking for love
And ending up with none
Made me come undone
I never knew what double could do
But things are better, so much better with two
Hold me closer, never let me go
I don't want any other baby
Two is the one, two is the one
I was lonely, never had nobody
But now I've got double, baby
Two is the one, two is the one for me
Two, a couple, not a few
Well, this is something new
If I can deal with it then so can you
I never what double could do
But things are better, so much better
Hold me closer, never let me go
I don't want any other baby
Two is the one, two is the one
I was lonely, never had nobody
But now I've got double, baby
Two is the one, two is the one for me
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Heart skips a beat, my heart skips a beat
My heart is playing stricks on me
And it's building bricks on me
I can't break through
And I can't face you
My world is turning slowly now
But it's burning up somehow
I need some time
To know what's right
'Cause it's only in the quiet that I feel some relief
I'm trying hard not to resist the joy
Don't listen to me I'm being paranoid
I might try hard but it's too hard to avoid
My heart skips a beat
My heart skips a beat
My heart is always first to know
And as the feeling grows
I can't deny, push those thoughts aside
My world is full of loveliness
But I focus on the stress
My heart says, "Go" but my brain says, "No"
And it's only in the quiet that I hear myself breathe
My heart skips a beat
My heart skips a beat
Oh, I know this time 'cause it's physical
My blood has stopped and I am breathless as well
But I need a minute to convince myself
'Cause it's only in the quiet that I know what to feel
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(Roll, roll with the punches)
(Roll, roll with the punches)
That really hurt me like a fist to the face
I wasn't ready to be knocked out of place
Suddenly everything I was sure of
Is sinking below the depths of the surface
It's unexpected, it usually is
When you're rejected or you take a hit
Suddenly everything's thrown a spin
No time to grow a thicker skin
What kind of situation am I in now?
When life tries to knock all the wind out of you
You've got to roll, roll, roll with the punches
If all life offers is black and blue
You've got to roll, roll, roll with the punches
Little weapons over the phone
They like to threaten the life that I know
They say, get over here and get into the ring
But I'm not really much of a fighter
My mechanisms of defense are down
And my resistance is out on the town
I was alarmed by your attack
This isn't a boxing match
But I'll be damned if I ever let you win
When life tries to knock all the wind out of you
You've got to roll, roll, roll with the punches
If all life offers is black and blue
You've got to roll, roll, roll with the punches
Oh, when all I want is a little stability
Some time without any bruises
You go and tell me the things that I don't wanna hear
Putting your fists into my ears
Filling me up with the dread and the fear
Leaving me all in pieces
Suddenly everything's thrown in a spin
No time to grow a thicker skin
What kind of situation am I in now?
When life tries to knock all the wind out of you
You've got to roll, roll, roll with the punches
If all life offers is black and blue
You've got to hold, hold, hold your head up high
Yeah, when life tries to knock all the wind out of you
You've got to roll, roll, roll with the punches
If all life offers is black and blue
You've got to roll, roll, roll with the punches
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I came home and nothing was right
It's been a while since a fight
Well, maybe tonight my need for love
Can blind my sight
And I say things out of spite
Or I push you aside
No, I don't know how to fix it
I am falling apart and I am breaking your heart
Help me to see
'Cause I am blinded by love, blinded by love
And help me to be the one to guide us
Through the dark things we do
Now I know I can be tough sometimes
My words come out like knives
Cutting the space between us
And you try, yeah, I know you try
To just let things slide
But what good is that to us?
Oh, oh, I don't know
I am falling apart and I am breaking your heart
Help me to see
'Cause I am blinded by love, blinded by love
And help me to be the one to guide us
Through the dark things we do
Oh, I don't know what possibly changed
We were so good, so good
And where is the light at the end of this tunnel
'Cause I am falling apart and I am breaking your heart
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At the end of the world
I will be there with you
And we'll throw a party to celebrate
The things we used to do
Like living life, breathing air
Running your fingers through my hair
Oh, this isn't fair
At the end of the world
I will hold you so close
So we won't notice the destruction
Of all we used to know
We will close our eyes
As the waters rise
We'll float away and you will say
"Oh, isn't this nice?"
Ah, at the end of the world
We'll be together, be together
Ah, if I can spend it with you
Then the end of the world don't matter at all
At the end of the world
We will kiss for the last time
And we won't feel the earth collapse into
A mess of flood and fire
We'll be making love
As the sky above falls down over us
We'll be the luckiest ones
At the end of the world
I will be there with you
And we'll throw a party to celebrate
The things we used to do
At the end of the world
I will be there with you
And we'll throw a party to celebrate
The things we used to do
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