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    There's nothing left to hide;. You can see it in my eyes. Oh I've tried, to be who I thought you wanted. And if it's all a lie,. The truth's not far behind. We could try to live right. follow th
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    Your sorry eyes, they cut through the bone. They make it hard to leave you alone. Leave you here, wearing your wounds. Waving your guns at somebody new Baby you're lost, baby you're lost. Baby you
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    I move away from this place. In the form of a disturbance. And enter into the world. Like some tiny distortion If I surrender. And I don't fight this wave. I won't go under. I'll only get carrie
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    See the sleet that rests upon. The quiet street we're standing on. Is it time to go away. And try again some other day?. 'Cause these are words we use to say goodbye. These are the words you use
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    I see you there. Long black hair. Your eyes just stare. Your mind is turning You know I'll laugh. I won't take it back. I've seen your eyes. I know what your thinking . We'll shoot our guns. W
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    Doo doo doo doo. Doo doo doo doo doo doo. Doo doo doo doo. Doo doo doo doo doo doo. Oh doo doo hmm. Oh doo doo doo doo I prayed heaven today. Would bring its hammer down on me. And pound you ou
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    Just like a paper tiger. Torn apart by idle hands. Through the halter skelter morning. Fix yourself while you still can No more ashes to ashes. No more cinders from the sky. And all the laws of c
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    Turn turn away. From the sound of your own voice. Calling no one, just a silence. Run to see you at the edge. Fall off the avalanche. Turn away Hold hold the light. That fixes you in time. Keep
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    It's so easy to laugh at yourself. And all those jokes have already been written. Seems like another vain attempt. To let yourself fall out of the oven Holy mountains they look so tired. And it's
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    Drive to the night. Far as it goes. Away from the daylight. Into the afterglow Somewhere unforgiven. Time will wait for you Down on the street. Just let the engine run. 'Til there's nothing left
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    There is no one, nothin' to see. The night is useless and so are we. 'Cause everybody knows. The fabric of folly is fallin' apart at the seams And I've been lookin' for a good time. But the pleasu
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    Time wears away all the pleasures of the day. All the treasures you could hold. Days turn to sand, losing strength in every hand. They can't hold you anymore. Already dead to me now, already dead to m
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    Go to sleep. We're so tired now. Altogether in a snake pit of souls New days. Throw your chains away. Try to hang your hopes on the wind Little one. Just a little way. Today all we need is waiti
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    Oh country down. Where I found my proving ground. All along the floodline. Wheels are turning around. The hills roll out like centuries. Pass by without a sound. Just a mile outside of town Down
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    Looking back at some dead world that looks so new. Offices and fountains that they named for you. Dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom. Hari-karis spinning round the golden looms Girl you dr
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    See me comin' to town with my soul. Straight down out of the world with my fingers. Holding onto the Devil I know. All my troubles, I'll hang on your trigger Take your eyes and your mind from the r
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    Give me traces of your lifeblood flowing in a loving cup. And tell me I'm dream dream dream dreaming and I'll never wake up. A keepsake in a dresser drawer from who-knows-where. A symbol of your ex
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    Waking light, it grew from the shadow. Brace yourself to the morning low. Night is gone, long way turning. You've waited long enough to know When the memory leaves you. Somewhere you can't make it
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    Now I'm a seasick sailor on a ship of noise. I got my maps all backwards and my instincts poisoned. In a truth blown gutter full of wasted years. Like blown-out speakers ringin' in my ears Oh, it's
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    Space ships can't tame the jungle. And I feel like I'm giving in. We've been drivin' through a desert. Looking for a life to call our own I push I pull the days go slow. Into a void we filled with
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    Hey, hey, hey, hey Fourteen miles away from a landfill grave. Never pawned my watch and chain. The landlord living inside my head. I paid my rent till the lights went dead And I saw my sign coming
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    Haven't got a lot to learn. And my eyes they stray again. Looking for a satellite. In the rays of heaven again There's no other ending. Sunday sun. Yesterdays are ending. Sunday sun Jealous mind
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    Lonesome tears, I can't cry them anymore. I can't think of what they're for oh they ruin me every time. But I'll try to leave behind some days. These tears just can't erase, I don't need them anymo
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    I hate to do this. But you're a pain in the neck. I thought you knew this. You're handing me a canceled check. You're so helpless. Your girlfriends think you're a saint. I'll give you a quarter.
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    Where will you go when this day is over?. A gambler's purse lays on the road. Straight to your door, snakes have gone crazy tonight. Winding their way out of sight A laugh, a joke, a sentiment wast
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    Hey now, girl, what's the matter with me?. We're on a back road, driving to sea. Straight as a razor, kicking up dust. Digging through ditches and falling to rust Taking me far. Far as a rental ca
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    Lazy flies all hovering above. The magistrate, he puts on his gloves. And he looks to the clouds, all pink and disheveled. There must be some blueprints. Some creed of the Devil inscribed in our m