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Dove Disco
04:16
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Her name is gone, she's feeling the heat
She feels the chills and she's on her feet
Her judgements shaking, just like her smile
She takes a hit and she's gone for a while
But now it's too late to change
I feel my molecules rearrange
And I'm slipping into a dream
You said we'd run, run away to a place
A place that's far away
Fly away in my car now we're past the second star
To the right to the left now we're left here in this place
To age all of our days
Now we dance in different ways
Now we dance in different ways
Midnight blues roll off her shoes
The neon lights ignite her fuse
Powder your face, and run in place
She may be gone but I can't erase
But now it's too late to change
She feels her molecules rearrange
And she's slipping into a dream
You said we'd run, run away to a place
A place that's far away
Fly away in my car now we're past the second star
To the right to the left now we're left here in this place
To age all of our days
Now we dance in different ways
Now we dance in different ways
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The Way the News Goes
04:03
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I pledge allegiance to the day,
We finally go our separate ways
Again I’m wrong and still I'm stuck
With all the girls that make bad luck
She needs sun lamps she needs food stamps
Smashing windows in her basement
Using sharps on holidays
Her mind’s an ash covered Pompeii
Don’t make friends with a lightning rod
Don’t make friends with a lightning rod
They said, don’t play hero don’t play god
And don’t make friends with a lightning rod
She wants action I want traction
We can’t get no satisfaction
It's always dark before she strikes
So I've learned to hate the night
Keep your lovers, under cover
But we’re too drunk to love each other
Love each other
Tomorrow never comes
Cause she's never having fun
She hides and i'll just hum
That’s the way the news goes
What are we running from?
Screaming with an iron lung
Our hearts are smart and our minds are young
That’s the way the news goes
Don’t make friends with a lightning rod
Don’t make friends with a lightning rod
They said, don’t play hero don’t play god
And don’t make friends with a lightning rod
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3. |
Wolves
03:37
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Causal bitch with her brew stained dress
Take her to church but she won’t confess
She’s getting o-o-o-o-over it (o-o-o-o-over it)
And all that money couldn’t buy her out
Burn the bridge, let 'em hear you shout
I’m getting o-o-o-o-over it (o-o-o-o-over it)
So sing that old familiar tune
Hear em now howling at the moon
Run with the wolves, the dog days are done
So gimmie gimmie gimmie that medicine
Feel the blood in my veins, the sun on my skin
Run with the wolves, the dog days are done
Cheap champagne was calling Tommy’s name
Along with sex so good he’d quit his job
But now he’s o-o-o-o-over it (o-o-o-o-over it)
He’s so sick and tired of stealing thunder
Now his dreams are going under
But now he's o o o o over it (o-o-o-o-over it)
This is how we're getting over it
Now we're getting over it
This house is overflowing over it
This is how we’re getting over it
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St. Monica
03:23
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I’m stuck in a room with a bride and a groom
Her hair’s all a mess , as she sprays more perfume
I’m feelin’ great, never been more awake
They’re placing their bets, but there’s nothing at stake
They say like birds of a feather we’ll stick together, despite all the Weather and screwing whoever,
But i’m feeling’ fine, my bloods dancing with wine and the morning is Coming too soon
She says I’m sick of the madness I’m sick of the talk,
She’s eyeing the door and she’s itching to walk
The eye of the storm, with a case of bad luck
He’s not my lover just somebody that I used to fuck
Lets cut to the chase, they’ve all fallen from grace
But he doesn’t know, his heads up in space
But I’m in the mood, getting into the groove
If I am the artist then she is the muse
I’m getting the notion she lacks the devotion, she lives for the lust she don’t need those emotions
and with all this flirtation and deadly temptation well I think that I’ve seen enough
She's stuck to my body she's stuck to my face
Her sense is still catatonic I’m running in place
She’s touching the light and still she wants more
S0 its just a good day to wake up on the floor
She says I’m sick of the madness I’m sick of the talk,
She’s eyeing the door and she’s itching to walk
The eye of the storm, with a case of bad luck
He says she’s not my lover just somebody that I used to fuck
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Sacrifice
06:00
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Come, come a little bit closer dear
I’ll show you everything I'll break your heart in two
Cause love, love is only a feeling,
Don’t you go disappearing, we’ve got a lot to do
So tell me who’s to blame
Who drove us, so insane?
We can’t let this twisted game go on
Back away, give me a little more space,
Cause they’re about to erase me i’ve said too much again
Call every day, call every other day,
It’s just another phase, but I can help you escape
(So tell me who’s to blame
Who drove us, so insane?
We can’t let this twisted game go on) x 2
Sacrifice, to save our lives, there aint no afterlife, unless you make it for yourself,
Cause we must sacrifice, throw your hands to the sky, let your martyrs fly, and go down with this ship
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