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All your pictures in a paper bag I thumb through the pages of favorite magazines Wind up hands on a broken clock I talk to walls that never talk back I got a photo of you on an Autumn day Sappy old songs that I always play What should I do with you far away Back on the bus at the end of the day I trace your name on a foggy day I got a photo of you on an Autumn day Sappy old songs that I always play What should I do with you far away No I don't give a shit what they What do you got that can't wait a day Come back here and take me away 'Cause you are mine, yeah Pound the pavement with heavy feet I kick a beer bottle down a narrow street Tossing pebbles at a big old moon I cry too easy at a country tune I got a photo of you on an Autumn day Sappy old songs that I always play What should I do with you far away No I don't give a shit what they What do you got that can't wait a day Come back here and take me away 'Cause you are mine, yeah You are mine (x4)

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I think you might call it an absolute fact, set it in stone and glue it with gravity – You can look at a rose through all of those thorns, good years warn you your days are shortening. Oh my momma, ooh. Why should you find any port in a storm when a soggier bottom is all that your seeking? Oh my momma, ooh. Let’s throw it away like all that loose change, leave for a month with little arranging. Oh my momma, ooh.

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I can't seem to face up to the facts I'm tense and nervous and I Can't relax I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire Don't touch me I'm a real live wire Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better Run run run run run run run away Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better Run run run run run run run away You start a conversation you can't even finish it. You're talkin' a lot, but you're not saying anything. When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed. Say something once, why say it again? Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better Run run run run run run run away Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better Run run run run run run run away Ce que j'ai fais, ce soir la Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir la Realisant mon espoir Je me lance, vers la gloire ... OK We are vain and we are blind I hate people when they're not polite Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better Run run run run run run run run away Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better Run run run run run run run run away

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Long legs, tired brain and I don’t feel no pain - All eyes on false prizes and the night cast in disguises. And we sway like politicians, load our guns with strange ammunition - Raise our hands and tip our glasses, to the starlit, crystalline masses.

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Pile of leaves color the ground, hollow wind chimes breathe beautiful sounds Roads bleed with cars stuck in drive And it breaks my heart to be alive Having a mind that is always the same, beating through days in a solid refrain It knows how all it loves will survive But it breaks my heart to be alive I know my soul is an infinite chain, weather will go while flowers remain I hold the one who mirrors me best, and the happiest birds make the sturdiest nests The sound of these things tell me Honey, it's alright. But it breaks my heart to be alive Sometimes It breaks my heart to be alive

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Out you go/ hide in the twilight with all those monsters you know/ ride easy partner across the wide plateau/ your little daydreams like sulfur seas they ebb and flow/ while you mine for credit in all those veins that bleed below/ ride easy partner across the wide plateau/ swim little seahorse steer clear of that old undertow.

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I woke to a room riddled with holes and a wind that beat me like a rubber hose I can guess but no one really knows why for some it shines and others always snows I lost the map that marks my untold wealth My golden apple rotted on the shelf How can I buy what no one has to sell? The wisest men have deemed I've done it to myself All I know to say is WTF? Who wrote the book that bound us too the view that some are born to pain no matter what they do? Who can catch a ball that no one ever threw? Some always have plenty, others always few All I know to say is WTF?

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I'm 15 centimeters tall A single step's a sturdy wall A dark and distant port of call from you I move through a different sort of space A day takes years for me to trace While age redecorates my face, it's true I set my soul to sleep Beneath your shoes Lord knows I'm tired Of thinkin' bout you, you Of thinkin' about you, you, you It don't take a champion to talk About how to line yourself in chalk Run like hell instead of walk, thank you In a cold and mercenary field Back bared by reinvented wheels The broken bones you can't conceal poke through I set my soul to sleep Beneath your shoes Lord knows I'm tired Of thinkin' bout you, you Of thinking about you, you Of thinking about you, you Of thinking about you, you, you