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03/07/2011 |
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7. | Paradise Stars |
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Well he used to be somebody
And now he's someone else
Took apart his old life
Left it on the shelf
Sick of being someone
He did not admire
Took up all his old things
Set em all on fire
He's gonna change
Gonna change his ways
Gonna change
Gonna change his ways
And it feels like his new life can start
And it feels like heaven
Left his house at midnight
Resolute and young
In search of something greater
Than the person he'd become
Threw his bags on to the back
Of his run down eighties car
Headed out to god knows where
The distance is too far
He's gonna change
Gonna change his ways
Gonna change
Gonna change his ways
And it feels like his new life can start
And it feels like heaven
And it feels like his new life can start
And it feels like heaven
(Your life is your life gotta live like it's your life)
And it feels like his new life can start
And it feels like heaven
And it feels like his new life can start
And it feels like heaven
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There's a boy with his head
Pressed up to the window
Of a bus heading out of town
His breath on the glass
He draws with his finger
A map of the roads they go down
Circles of street lights
Are the only signal
That there's people out there in the black
He waves goodbye, to the town he grew up in
He knows that he'll never come back
The night outside is five below
His heart is pumping blood
On his lips a perfect smile
His eyes begin to flood
Because tonight's the kind of night
Where everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
Where everything could change
The rumble strip clack
And the rattling frame
Beat out a pulse on his head
The engine hums, a humble tune
A melody of rubber and lead
Under lamp light glow
And paradise stars
An infinity of dancing white light
He sees that his debt
Is to experience only
And not to those who'd plan out his life
The night outside is five below
The moon is in the sky
His heart is full of perfect joy
He whispers his goodbye
Because tonight's the kind of night
Where everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
Where everything could change
And tonight he's not gonna come back home
Oh tonight he's not gonna come back home
Oh tonight he's not gonna come back home
Ohhh
Ohhh
Oh tonight's the kind of night
Where everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
Where everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
Where everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
Where everything could change
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Isa likes brandy and the way it hits her lips
She's a rock 'n' roll survivor with pendulum hips
She's got deep brown eyes
That've seen it all
Working at a nightclub that was called The Avenue
The bar men used to call her "Little Lisa, Loney Tunes"
She went on almost anyone
From the hard time living 'til the Chelsea days
From when her hair was sweet blonde 'til the day it turned gray
She said:
[Chorus]
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
You've got more than money and sense, my friend
You've got heart and you go in your own way
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
What you don't have now will come back again
You've got heart and you go in your own way
Some people wear their history like a map on their face
And Joey was an artist just living out of case
But his best word was his letters home
His standard works of fiction about imaginary success
The chorus girls in neon were his closest things to friends
But to a writer, the truth is no big deal
From the hard time living to the sleepless nights
And the black and blue body from the weekend fights
He'd say
[Chorus]
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
You've got more than money and sense, my friend
You've got heart and you go in your own way
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
What you don't have now will come back again
You've got heart and you go in your own way
[Bridge]
On my last night on earth, I won't look to the sky
Just breathe in the air and blink in the light
On my last night on earth, I'll pay a high price
To have no regrets and be done with my life
[Chorus]
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
You've got more than money and sense, my friend
You've got heart and you go in your own way
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
What you don't have now will come back again
You've got heart and you go in your own way
(Repeat)
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Time can make more rubble out of dreams than anything
In a quiet neighborhood where she's living without wings
There's eyes behind the curtains and there's ears below the floor
Cracks inside the ceiling and there's shadows at the door
The boredom stirs a rage inside her soul
A rage that reaches out and takes control
Baby she's a wild thing (x4)
Nine days out alone
Sleep in the dirt
She walks back into town
With blood stains on her shirt
Everyone has questions
But no one wants to know
How far the anger in someone
Can really make them go
Her tangled hair and mud stains on her knees
Bruised ribs and rips on the side of her jeans
Baby she's a wild thing (x4)
Well I used to be a citizen in this town
'Til my teeth turned gray and my hair fell out
All the civil decent people, they don't want to know
But a girl looking for trouble said she'd give me a go
While everybody's sleeping in this town this night
From the crooked clock tower to the borderline
And night star static in the winter breeze
She's lying in the moonlight with her hands between my knees
She says it's all right
Well, it's all right by me
(x2)
Baby she's a wild thing (x4)
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Oh well the world never seemed bigger
Than the summer of '98
Living out in the suburbs
Planning my escape
I grew my hair to my shoulders
Formed a band with a couple of friends
And we called ourselves The Devils Playhouse
Influences like Bruce and the band
And we'd sing and play
Simple three chord rock and roll
And miles away
The other kids would just grow old
But we're making our own way out
Yeah we're making our own way out
Well we'd practice every week in my bedroom
While my parents were working in town
And one morning in our school assembly
Played a cover of "Don't Let Me Down"
The performance was nervous and awkward
But the passion was real and profound
And the kids in the audience laughing
While the band just looked at the ground
But the victory
For the kids who believe in rock and roll
I know for me
That performance lives, it never grows old
But we're making our own way out
Yeah we're making our own way out
Well I'd give it all back just to do it again
Yeah I'd turn back time, be with my friends
Yeah I'd give it all back just to do it again
Turn back time, be with my friends
Yeah I'd give it all back just to do it again
Turn back time and be with my friends
Yeah I'd give it all back just to do it again
Turn back time, be with my friends
Tonight
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But that's just me, before we met,
But that's just me, before we met,
Well I've always had a wild imagination,
And a see through heart,
Which I know can be, a wild combination,
Like a flame forms from a spark,
But don't be shy, be brave little champion,
It's better to live than to hide,
Well that's just me, before we met,
Well that's just me, before we met,
But don't be shy, be brave little champion,
Well that's just me, before we met,
But don't be shy, be brave little champion,
Well that's just me, before we met,
But don't be shy, be brave little champion,
Well that's just me, before we met,
But don't be shy, be brave little champion,
Well that's just me, before we met,
But don't be shy, be brave little champion,
Well that's just me, before we met,
Well that's just me, before we met,
Well that's just me, before we met.
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Well I'm just waiting for my chance to come,
Just a silhouette against the rising sun,
Watch the water, watch the sky,
Count the days as they go by,
I'm just waiting for my chance to come,
Well it takes real guts to be alone,
Going head to head with the great unknown,
But there is no sweeter sound, on the kings round I'm bound,
And just waiting for your chance to come,
'Cause it's hard to feel like, you're worth something in this life,
When you're walking next to me, I can hear my body speak,
We're just waiting for a chance to come,
We're just waiting for a chance to come,
Your immortal smile is burned in me,
When I close my eyes its all see,
Among the canyons and the stars,
You're the guide inside my heart,
I'm just waiting for my chance to come,
And you're just looking for a way outta here,
Yeah, a way to see this old life all disappear,
Take a gamble on your heart, it will lead you through the dark,
You're just waiting for your chance to come,
'Cause it's hard to feel like, you're worth something in this life,
When you're walking next to me, I can hear my body speak,
We're just waiting for a chance to come,
We're just waiting for a chance to come,
And no one's gunna get in my way,
Gunna figure it out for myself,
Yeah no one's gunna make me stay,
Gunna figure it out for myself,
'Cause I don't need nothing,
IпїЅ'm just waiting for my chance to come.
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She looks out her window,
And the stars donпїЅt feel that far away,
She watches the wind blow,
Blowing all her problems away,
But then she'll ask, as she cleans up the glass,
"Is this the line?
Is this the line?
Is this the line between heaven and hell?
Is this the line where I get up and walk out?
Is this the line where you get drunk you yell?"
She fixes her make-up,
Treading lightly on the floor,
Hoping he won't wake up,
As she makes her way towards the door,
But then she'll say, as she waves him away,
"Is this the line?
Is this the line?
Is this the line between heaven and hell?
Is this the line where I get up and walk out?
Is this the line where you get drunk you yell?"
She says "I've lived my life like a diamond,
Bright and hard like a diamond",
She says "I've lived my life like a diamond,
Bright and hard like a diamond".
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You sit with the man who threw it all away
And you dream of the birds that have flown away,
And you hope that you won't see it fall again,
And you will sing day by day, old joy comes back to me,
You'll sing day by day, old joy comes back to me,
You say this is the life of the influence of dreams,
Tall buildings and a wife won't be enough for me,
There is more in the world to be found than dreams,
And you will sing day by day, old joy comes back to me,
You'll sing day by day, old joy comes back to me,
Forget the things that get away, forget the things that get away,
Don't dream of yesterday, don't dream of yesterday.
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