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Shame & Disaster
02:47
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You're so patient, you're so kind
Up until you change your mind
When it comes to you and me it's always a shame
But it's always a good time
And it's only a shame til it's a disaster
And it's only a disaster when we open up our eyes
Well you and me, we ought to know better
You're so charming, I'm so clever
When it comes to you and me it’s always a shame
But it's the best I ever …
And it's only a shame til it's a disaster
And it's only a disaster when we open up our eyes
You can’t show me anything that I haven't already seen
You can't give me anything that I know that I don't need
I have this compulsion to crush beautiful things like you
I have this compulsion to crush on beautiful things like you
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Come On
04:12
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You rattle around inside my chest
Like a steam train along rusty tracks
Shaking me down til I'm out of breath
But you know these bones, they keep disaster at bay
And my heart, my heart's not made of porcelain anyway
So come on, come on, let’s jump that train
You said that you were always ready to run
That we’re all just wired to fly
And standing with you then on the outskirts of nowhere
On the state line of nothing, it’s just empties and ashes
I think maybe, this is our time
Maybe, maybe not...
Come on
Now we're getting older, maybe colder every day
And I worry, darling, have we grown cynical and vain?
Tonight I wanted to look at you the way I did so long ago
I never wanted anyone so badly and this you have to know
Like when you threw my clothes out on the lawn
And stumbled out with nothing on
And said, baby baby, come in to bed
Maybe, maybe not
And I know they're our mistakes, we get to make them all our own
And someday we'll look back and put the needle to the ‘phone
And someday she'll still be a woman, and you'll just be a song
But what's the point of playing it, if you can't sing along?
Sing for yourself
There's no one else who will
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33s & 45s
03:10
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I see all these numbers falling
Magnitudes in a night black-blue
They just remind me of what we failed to add up to
Well it's love or something like love
It's some kind of love but it's all messed up
And we spin like a brutal broken record
Each day's the same: sputter, crackle, crash
A little lonely needle always catching on a scratch
We are just stuck inside a scratch
I was fine and you were fine
And I believed we had our best interests in heart the whole time
And this heart's on fire
We are on fire
We are on fire
But I'm a liar and you're a thief
And we both keep our best secrets under lock and key
Under lock and key
I was fine and you were fine
And I believed we had our best interests in heart the whole time
And this heart's on fire
I see all these embers falling
Like fireflies in a night black-blue
They just remind me of what we’ll never add up to
I was fine and you were fine
And I believed we had our best interests in heart the whole time
And this heart's on fire
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Trackjackets Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Roller Rink Music, circa 1992.
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