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Lovesongs For Underdogs (1996)
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Do I look like a liar
Do I look like a liar to you
Fighting crime in this time brings a girl down
Makes a body sink so low
And I sink pretty deep, pretty deep, pretty deep
I sink pretty deep, pretty deep, pretty deep
I wish I carried a camera
I'd have proof that you're never where you say
I wish I could fly up in a helicopter
I'd shine a blinding light on your escape
Better to show you
That i'll sink pretty deep, pretty deep, pretty deep
I'll sink pretty deep, pretty deep, pretty deep
Do I look like a crier
Do I look like a cry baby to you
Fighting fire in this town wears a man out
Makes a body break so slow
Remember when we all went out to fire island
You thought you saw a body on the beach
When we got closer it was just a tire
And you were disappointed I could see
So I pretended
And now i'm in pretty deep, pretty deep, pretty deep
I'm in pretty deep, pretty deep, pretty deep
Everything I ever learned is wrong so long so what
Pretty deep, pretty deep, pretty deep

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Stone cold in this warm bed again
Wide awake and waiting for them
I send my shadow running on ahead again
I wait and wait and.......
I'm waving in my beautiful friends over there on the end of the
The bright light the bright light begins it
The grass is high and the sky is low tonight
I wanna be here I wanna be gone
And this time I won't cry I won't
I'm waving in my beautiful friends over there on the end of the
The bright light the bright light begins it and I get sucked into it again
Wild and high on the summer wind
I'm in for a love so tough I could break my teeth if I bit down hard upon it
And a voice so rich just the sound of it is forever nauseating
And I get sucked into it again
Wild and high on the summer wind

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I've sunk a lot into this venture I expect returns
I've suffered all the slings and arrows I know where it hurts
I'm unstable you seem able
Organize me start with anything you want
Wide awake and sleepwalking in don't you want me don't you
We could break the landspeed record don't you want to don't you
I've planted all these firecrackers around me like a shield
You penetrate you immolate do you understand the deal
I'm a living doll disaster
Renovate me start with anything you want
Don't know why he won't come home
Don't know why he won't come home
Don't know why he won't come home
Don't know why he won't come home
Don't you want to live forever
I could hook you up
We could break the landspeed record
Don't you want to don't you
Don't you baby don't you baby
Want to shine and burn
Don't you want to be remembered
I do I do I do

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I heard a song
I heard the saddest song on WSUK
They play it every other hour of every other day
'Cause the greaser sent them t's and toys for regular airplay
All your heroes are whores
all your heroes
'Cause it's a tinkertoy world
Wouldn't buy a chance to leave it
'Cause sometimes
It rains fish from the sky and the statues all start to cry
And someone writes another beautiful song
And anyway I predict the next meteor to hit will be a monster
And I for one am looking forward to it
I saw a movie
I saw the saddest film
Where everyone got killed
And the crowd went wild
I didn't understand the end I couldn't spot the good guy
All your heroes are whores
All your heroes
I had a dream a shining bright city perfect and clean
I made a wish for a sky full of fish

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Come on what's-your-name
I've got a good game
I've got a story
Hope you like 'em gory
And it's much too late for bed
Come on tiger why so tired
I've got good game plus i'll let you win again
And it's much too late for bed
So shi-shine on me
Shi-shine on me
I crave your company
And fall in the dark so be my lantern
Never have I seen that face on one so young
So shi-shine on me
Shi-shine on me
I crave your company
And fall in the dark so by my lantern
Be my lantern

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You'd have to be an acrobat to touch her
Where she can feel a thing
You'd have to be a racecar diver
To catch up with him
You'd have to be an astronaut you'd have to be a shrink
You'd have to be an acrobat
'Cause where they go
Nobody knows
She throws out her feet he holds them
He stands on her hands she trips him
You'd have to be an acrobat
You'd have to a saint
You'd have to be racecar diver
'Cause where they go where they go
Nobody knows

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I live underwater and you live on the moon
You can't breathe around me and I can't breathe around you
We start and my heart's in traction
I'm living i'm living i'm dying for you
4-3-2-1 breathe
Your love is dark inside of me
Everything in here is all wrong
I don't know some unidentifiable stink
And everything you say is satin-lined
I don't know is that the way you animals think
I am underwater howling at the moon
You can't breathe around me and I can't breathe around you
Your love is dark inside of me
4-3-2-1 breathe
So get back in your ride and drive drive drive

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Some lucky bum
Took away my right to some
Sweet honey love
Look what's been done to me look what i've become
In for the fight fo your life today
I'm giving you a head start
You better run bum
Look what you've done what you've become
One unlucky bum
Coo coo coo coo quitter
Coo coo coo coo quitter
Run for cover or run to win
What will end your suffering

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Winter is on us
Winter is watching us
Cutting and quiet
Winter is all over me
I got caught on the wing
Now I spin
I look down for my feet and I see
I'm much higher than I thought i'd be
Don't look down don't look down
Words about winter
Pull you inside the cold
But the sun's never brighter than when it's shining off snow
I got caught on the wing now I spin
I look down for my feet and I see
I'm much higher than I thought i'd be
Don't look down don't look down
I've believed in one magic word
For so long now it must be true
But the soldier's god isn't what I wanted
And I think I could drown I this drink
And I think you don't know what I think

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See my child my past
Hoping yours is a blast
I park my heart in your driveway now i'm healing hell
I wanted a lion but I ended up with a man who wanted a gazelle
But I am a goat girl I am a goat girl I am a goat girl I am a goat girl
And I do my brutish best
See my child my past
Hoping yours will last
I park my heart in your driveway now i'm healing hell
I wanted a liom but I ended up with a man who wanted a gazelle
But I am a goat girl I am a goat girl I am goat girl I am a goat girl
Thinking goatish thoughts
Dreaming goatish dreams
Digging up tin cans
Chewing on your sleeve
And I do my brutish best

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Look inside this milky whiteness
No power of the hand to dry
I'm swimming in it i'm swimming out to you
For reasons, my reasons
So photograph it the milky way
It spills into the hand and dries
I am here now and i'm staying put
For reasons, my reasons
And so to bed to bed
My soul to share
An island of the brave my soul to save
In hopes that god's awake my soul to take
I'm swimming in it i'm swimming out to you
For reasons to be home
So photograph me in milky white dreams
Spill into my head
And when I hold you like to tomorrow you might die
Well that's because you might
But I am here now
And I am staying put for reasons my heart knows

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Look at him looking
Everybody see how he looks at me
Like to set me on fire like to burn
Like to set me on fire like to burn
But i'll always get out i'm not afraid
With these hips these lips these getaway sticks
I've got it made
There's always a greenn door and green gets you out
Green is sliding and diving and proteins colliding
It's your hipness your fitness your undying witness
Leave the lock on the door
I can find my own way home
For tomorrow i'm sure tomorrow i'll find the green door
Everyone out now it's just you and me
And I warned you I warned you I warned you I warned you I warned you
You look at me like to set me on fire like to burn
But i'll always get out i'm not afraid
I'll always get out i've got it made

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