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Da-da...
Ahhh...
Hold my breath for three more year
Yeah, three years
On my own on Saturdays
It's glorious [2x]
We were tired from the tea
Scrabbled when we slept
Through the window came the rain
It's glorious [6x]
Being tired from the tea
Hold my breath for three more year
Yeah, three years
On my own on Saturdays
It's glorious [3x]
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Da-da...
Tripping
I walk to where he's sitting
It's all salty [2x]
(He knows) It's good, it's real, it's pretty
It's all salty Timmy [2x]
(He said) Doe [3x]
Dared leave
We've burned the field completely
Ahhh... last light
I feel it's real, it's pretty
It's all salty Timmy [3x]
(He said) Doe [3x]
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She's not a girl who misses much
Do-do-do, oh yeah
She's well acquainted
With the touch of a velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
Man in the crowd
With the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes
While his hands are busy
Working overtime
The sole confession of his wife
Which he ate and donated to the
National Trust
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Down to the abyss that I've left up town
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jumped the gun *6
Happiness is a warm gun *4
(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
A guy: Josephine, do you think you are going bald?
Josephine: No. You've asked me that before and the answer was no then
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Oh
Last flight
Get lost in the moss
Oh, oh
Fall in the neon mine
Push me down [3x]
Still rolling in the stones
Run to the log that's rotten
And oh, oh
Your soft belly bossing lows
Push me down [3x]
Run to the log that's rotten
Your soft belly bossing lows
Push me down [3x]
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It lives in folds of red and steamy air
It lives in misery
Hellbound
Oh, oh we're falling
Falling down
Down...
It lives, dispite the knives internal
It lives marry me
Hellbound
Oh, we're falling
Falling down
Down...
It lives in misery
Hellbound
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In side lakes of corduroy I've been
Heard stories of velveteen
Twenty hours later I fill the room
With bad sex and bad TV
Go, go, go [2x]
When I was a painter I painted you well
Too bad I have to die
You brought the essentials, perversion appeal
And many lovers at one time
Go, go, go [2x]
Now, now
In side lakes of corduroy I've been
Heard stories of velveteen
Twenty hours later I fill the room
With bad sex and bad TV
Go, go, go *2
Now, now
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I wait for you in heaven
On this perfect string of love
And drink your soup of magpies in a
Pottery bowl that looks
As I am now, brown, round and warm
Chime on a rain wet
An ankle, toes or two
Sweetly as it drops upon your head
Just like it did today
Fortunately gone
I wait for you
Chime on a rain wet
An ankle, toes or two
Sweetly as it drops upon your head
Just like it did today
Fortunately gone
I wait for you (chorus *2)
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Four hours in the pot, one hour out
It grows and I sleep standing up
When Iris sleeps over
What a book she'll write
Oh last night
Oh come on, nobody wants that
Sister, sister, Oh...
We tried hour by hour
Hour by hour *2
Four hours to daylight, four hours and then
Pour water on me til I live again
When Iris sleeps over
It'll be alright
All last night
But come on, nobody wants that
Sister, sister, oh...
We tried hour by hour
Hour by hour *2
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Walking on his highways
We leave the land
And float inside the dark, black water
Robin flies again
She flew low over the highways
And I saw the wind
Blowing back her barbie doll hair
Robin flies again
And in a kitchen in Kentucky
She thinks she's Peter Pan
And in the bottom of a concrete basement
Robin flies again
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Oh...
Back burns are green and off for me and her
He's an ape, he's an ape, he's an angel
Only in 3's, oh...
Only in 3's, oh yeah
Only in 3's, oh...
Oh...
Hay for a bed with her on my head
And you are the king, the same king who will burn me
Only in 3's, oh...
Only in 3's, oh yeah
Only in 3's, oh...
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I walk by, I fall down
For warm black tar forms balls
And black tar baby
I'm in a lime house *4
Fall..., stay for good
Oh live and live and live in the dark baby
Tar baby
I'm in a lime house *8
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I don't know how old I was
But it was a '65 pickup
I was lying on the ground
With flat iron bars over my head
One silver drop is all you need
To put a hole in your head at 2000 degrees
That's right man, you be the Metal Man
At 2000 degrees
That's hot *2
And over my head the hot wire was sparking
I got something down on my chest
And it began to bubble
I was her parent, my three in a tree
When a drip dropped down on me
That's right man, I'm the Metal Man
At 2000 degrees
That's hot
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