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I believe
You've had some-
thing that's mine
All this time
So to sing along, cry
Fork it over
I live among
The alarms
Where I trip
Where they sing
So to sing along, cry
Hey, come over
Uh Uh - Uh Uh - Uh Oh-
Up the hill
Goes the type-
writered beat
Of my step
So to sing along, cry
Undiscover
And all the years
At quarter speed
Haloed and
Trembling clean
So to sing along, cry
Turning over
Uh Uh - Uh Uh - Uh Oh-
Slo-o-o-ow do-o-o-own la-a-a-a-die-e-e-es
Slo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow do-o-o-o-o-o-o-own
These things get louder
These things get louder
The lava alarms
And your true
Villain love
Are kept at bay
So to sing along, cry
Like you wrote it
Will the beams
Be broke and crossed
Motion sensed
It's all heat
So to sing along, cry
It's not over
Uh Uh - Uh Uh - Uh Oh-
Slo-o-o-ow do-o-o-own la-a-a-a-die-e-e-es
Slo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow do-o-o-o-o-o-o-own
These things get louder
These things get louder
So to sing along, cry
So to sing along, cry
You with all your moves
You with all your moves
You with all your moves
You with all your moves
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The skirts go up
Before the war
Among the madding crowds
They're ruined like the rest of us ruined
Rest of us ruined
You are a living doll
Riding a circle tracks
Behind the walls of clocks
And you ruined
Like the rest of us ruined
Rest of us ruined
Traffic was slow for the crash years
There's no other show like it 'round here
As a rule
Windows were rolled for the crash years
There's no other show like it 'round here
As a rule
Light a candle's end
You are a light turned low
And like the rest of us
You got those old eternity blues
Eternity blues
Your fingers raised, you're looking for the word
What you want is accident
Another drag
Spectacular view
What you can lose
Traffic was slow for the crash years
There's no other show like it 'round here
As a rule
Windows were closed in the crash years
Honey child you're not safe here
As a rule
Traffic was slow for the crash years
There's no other show like it 'round here
As a rule
Windows were rolled for the crash years
There's no other show like it 'round here
As a rule
The ruins were wild
The ruins were wild
Tonight will be an open mic
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Put-put-put your hands together
For the silver bullet make me
Put-put-put your heads together
For the cause and cure we're waiting
Digging through and past the center
Of the earth go straight
Play the scientist and vandal
Sweating either way
Put-put-put your hands together
For the silver bullet make me
Put the voice of the idol maker
Rising definite and shaking
Pick your gift for accident for
Wrapped it in skintight
Pull the strings that make this thing
You pushed with all your might
Crude plays they used to stage (oh my)
You've saved the best for later (oh my)
Crude plays, and yet they made you mine (Mine)
(You're mine, mine
All mine, mine, all mine)
Put-put-put your hands together
For the silver bullet make me
Put-put-put your hands together
For the future perfect waiting
You can only cover so much territory of course
Belting carols at the sun about the things you've lost
Put-put-put your hands together
For the cause and cure is calling
Put-put-put your hands together
For the silver bullet falling
Digging through and past the center
Of the earth go straight
Play the scientist and vandal
Sweating either way
Crude plays they used to stage (oh my)
You've saved the best for later (oh my)
Crude plays, and yet they made you mine (mine)
(You're mine, mine
All mine, mine, all mine)
Crude plays they used to stage (oh my)
You've saved the best for later (oh my)
Crude plays, and yet they made you mine (mine)
(You're mine, mine
All mine, mine, all mine)
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She was only ever passing through
She's only ever passing through
Carlitas and You
Was the name of her act
And it's true
To love her
Is all I can do
In a world that's beaten everything
Black and blue
They holler
Silver Jenny Dollar
Silver Jenny Dollar
Silver Jenny Dollar
We're only ever passing through
We were only ever passing through
Carlitas and You
Was the name of her act
And it's true
You noticed
It's all I can do
In a world that's beaten everything
Black and blue
They holler
Silver Jenny Dollar
Silver Jenny Dollar
Silver Jenny Dollar
The winter's over
The war is over
A parcel of land, men
Our scum is true
They'll love ya...
Silver Jenny Dollar
Silver Jenny Dollar
Silver Jenny Dollar
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A mistake on the part of nature
You're so fair and so fey that you'll sit anywhere
I've pencil sketched the scene
It's feeling Byzantine
Mistakes on the part of nature
The living proof of what they're calling love
On certain sideway streets
Where things that don't match meet
A mistake on the part of nature
You are a tall glass, a blast from the past
Yeah, things were simpler then
You ask exactly when
A mistake on the part of nature
It's forgive and move on
Won't wear my Sunday suit to walk that street
That would feel Byzantine
Silhouette, tell me a tall tale, go
Shout it out
Silhouette, shout it from the top
Sweet talk, sweet talk
Your sweet talk, sweet talk
Amnesia becomes ambition
Ambition becomes a new sort of
Charming simplicity
Like always Byzantine
A mistake on the part of nature
It's forgive and move on
Won't wear my Sunday suit to walk that street
That would feel Byzantine
Silhouette, tell me a tall tale, go
Shout it out
Silhouette, shout it from the top
Sweet talk, sweet talk
Your sweet talk, sweet talk
Silhouette, tell me a tall tale, go
Shout it out
Silhouette, shout it from the top
Sweet talk, sweet talk
Your sweet talk, sweet talk
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Glass-work shards decorate this house
We're tossing lust darts out windows
The splash and jangle of the secret signs
Defined, you claimed, some golden ages
A promise
You always love short story form
The signs behind it, the hidden bars
You live for flaming, the attractions new
The leather's pulled from a secret room
Closed eyes stare into morning sun
When the darts formed into connections
If I'm honest you come to mind, but baby I'm not
If I'm honest you come to mind, but baby I'm not
The ink draft's polished into working script
We stare in wonder at the steps we skipped
Tripping wires we have so carefully crossed
The science behind it at a perfect loss
You're my lord, you're my shepherd
Careful kid, no one gets hurt
You made me
You're my lord, you're my shepherd
Careful kid, no one gets hurt
You made me
Used up all of the French we took
The signs behind it was a dirty look
Songe pas de Rock n Roll
Songe pas de Rock n Roll au revoir
You're my lord, you're my shepherd
Careful kid, no one gets hurt
You made me
You're my lord, you're my shepherd
Careful kid, no one gets hurt
You made me
You're my lord, you're my shepherd
Careful kid, no one gets hurt
You made me
You're my lord, you're my shepherd
Careful kid, no one gets hurt
You made me this way
Try to fail
Try to fail
Try to fail
Try to fail
Try to fail
Try to fail
Try to fail
Try to fail
Try to fail
Try to fail
Try to fail
Try to fail
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If you can't see my mirrors
I see you coming around, yeah
You're coming around
If you can't see my mirrors
I see you coming around, yeah
You're coming around
Pissed-up Sunday morning
We'll miss you in the show
Pissed-up Sunday morning
We'll miss you when you go
Go gently through the floor
A dismal and meaningless sigh
Pissed-up Sunday morning
We'll miss you when you go
Pissed-up Sunday morning
I'd kiss you, but you know
It'd be gently through the door
A dismal and meaningless sigh
Home from your elevens (?) tour
Honorable discharge aboard the HMS Pinafore
Oh what fun, oh what more (?)
If you can't see my mirrors
If you can't see my mirrors
If you can't see my mirrors
If you can't see my mirrors
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It's no secret why we're here
You can't keep it from it
In another moonless minute it's open wide
You hide secrets from them
You hide secrets but they're spent
All that kept the lights on when the power went
What's love?
What's love?
What's love?
What what turns up in the dark?
What's love?
What's love?
What's love?
What what turns up in the dark?
What turns up in the dark?
What turns up in the dark?
You can't see them in it
It gets weaker, watch them go
Wrap yourself around me in the shadow show
You hide secrets from them
They were the weakest ones we heard
Only when the lights were killed they sang that verse
What's love?
What's love?
What's love?
What what turns up in the dark?
What's love?
What's love?
What's love?
What what turns up in the dark?
What turns up in the dark?
What turns up in the dark?
What's love?
What's love?
What's love?
What what turns up in the dark?
What's love?
What's love?
What's love?
What what turns up in the dark?
What turns up in the dark?
What turns up in the dark?
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Bounce off the walls
Valentine, have your fun
Come on, be the one
Come on, be the one
Light up the floor
With your moves, valentine
Come on, be the one
Come on, be the one
Do your worst, worst, worst...
Do your worst, worst, worst...
Valkyrie, don't go home
It's not right, not right
Leave with the lights up
It's half for me, half for love
You're a goldmine, goldmine
Stand in the puddles
Of the disco ball's glow
Come on, be the one
Come on, be the one
There, just like that
There, you're doing it again
Come on, be the one
Come on, be the one
And what's worse, worse, worse...
There's no words, words, words...
Valkyrie, don't go home
It's not right, not right
Leave with the lights up
It's half for you, half for love
You're a goldmine, goldmine
Valkyrie, don't go home
It's not right, not right
Leave with the lights up
It's half for me, half for love
You're a goldmine, goldmine
You're a goldmine, goldmine
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You live by another sense of rules
A 747 just left with you
And now early every morning I come to
Somebody took a bite out of my bed - you
Well if it ever gets weird
Whenever Jane meets John Doe
You miss my meaning
And I miss my mark
(Ooh my lover)
Oh my darling
(Ooh my lover)
Oh my darling
Oh my heart
(Ooh my lover)
Oh my darling
(Ooh my lover)
Oh my darling
Oh my heart
I must have brought the weather back with me
Soaked us 'til we're see-through and drip-ping
Now early every morning I come to
Somebody took a bite out of my bed - you
Well if it ever gets weird
Whenever Jane meets John Doe
You miss my meaning
And I miss my mark
(Ooh my lover)
Oh my darling
(Ooh my lover)
Oh my darling
Oh my heart
(Ooh my lover)
Oh my darling
(Ooh my lover)
Oh my darling
Oh my heart
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You are the daughters of sorrow
And somehow I just know
I'm gonna have to hang around you
We walk through the world
As if by starlight
We've been alright
We'll kick 'em
You are the daughters of sorrow
And somehow I just know
And somehow I just knew!
Somehow I just knew!
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When you gonna do some damage, little brother?
Now that half your life is over, if you're lucky
Looking at the trends of men down through your family
Boom there go the treetops
Once more 'round the sun dried
Just in case you were not listening
I'm for damage
Sweet damage
Oh damage
Sweet damage
Oh damage
Come on tell us
What we've won
Little brother's
Doing well
With his cave
Paintings selling
To the ballots and their brides
Little brother
You're inside
You're a nat-
ural we joke
In the early ABCs
Little brother
Come and see
Crossed his eyes
Once again
He thought you
Were in love
He's just glad
To be free
To our coun-
sel highly
Recommended
Oh-uh-uh-oh
Oh-uh-uh-oh
And you looked
Oh like you were saying something
And you looked
Like you were saying something
With this slight
Victory
Little brother
Took the keys
To the city
Which he found
On the floor
Of his van
Little brother
Clapping hands
For the turn
Of events
Unexpected
Oh-uh-uh-oh
Oh-uh-uh-oh
And you looked
Oh like you were saying something
And you looked
Like you were saying something
Introductions
Have been made
Little brother
I'm convinced
Yet again
Blew her off
She thought she'd
Stick it out
Little brother
Wished her well
The best wish-
es on both
Ends extended
Oh-uh-uh-oh
Oh-uh-uh-oh
And you looked
Oh like you were saying something
And you looked
Like you were saying something
Ma-ma-ma-ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma
We end up together
Ma-ma-ma-ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma
We end up together
Ma-ma-ma-ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma
We end up together
Ma-ma-ma-ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma
We end up together
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