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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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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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There's something in my trousers (What's that you say?) There's something in my trousers (How does it feel?) Oh, it's warm. There's a churning inside (Help me narrow it down) And I'm feeling kind of dirty (Now get out of town) And now lady is gone. So you're talking to a lady? (Guilty as charged) Things were getting kind of heavy? Gotta try hard to hold it all in and now lady is gone. Don't say another word, I know. Don't say another, I know. I've spoke too much already (no you've been quite vague) And it's causing all the sweating (Why don't you try it again?) I can't because there's something in my trousers (repeat)

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Oh I ain't going into work tomorrow, and if anybody asks, I'll be at home with my baby, getting lazy, we're joining the leisure class. I've said bye to all my toils and troubles, trade them in for love and laughs. Home with my baby, getting lazy, we're joining the leisure class. Oh my hands are free of callouses, there's no sweat on my brow. My heart is free of malices, it's all so easy now. I ain't going into work tomorrow, and if anybody asks, I'll be home with my baby, getting lazy, we're joining the leisure class. Oh my hands are free of callouses, there's no sweat on my brow. My heart is free of malices, it's all so easy now. Oh I ain't going into work tomorrow, and if anybody asks, I'll be home with my baby, getting lazy, we're joining the leisure class. Oh, home with my baby, getting lazy, we're joining the leisure class.

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I got you right now, burned in my brain. Hot iron sizzling on my folds of grey. And I could almost smell my own flesh, yeah you cook me real good. Now each and every head ache reminds me of you. Less I forget that brutal day we met. I'm coming, I'm coming for you. I knew you were the one right from the start. Our first words flying out to tear the other apart. And then the shouting sweetly sounded, ringing all through town. Blow for blow we dealt each other, neither backing down. Oh, I won't forget that brutal day we met. I'm coming, I'm coming for you. Oh the beast inside took control, there wasn't much we could do. Around us, the fearful stand, they've never seen a love so true. I didn't think I'd miss it, baby, seemed like so much pain. But things got so peaceful between us that I forgot the day when we last battled and gave each other new scars. Well my head's still hurting baby, it's hurting so hard. Less I forget that brutal day we met, I'm coming, I'm coming for you. Oh, I won't forget that brutal day we met. I'm coming, I'm coming, coming for you.

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Darlin' tell me now what you're wispering to yourself. Dumptrucks crashing beside my window blowing my hearing out. Darlin tell me now what you're staring on the ground. Streetlights are pouring thru my window, burning my eye balsl out. Oooh. I get a lousy attitude when you (oooh), you, you don't listen and that's rude. Darlin' come back soon, you know I've been drinking for you since the noon. There is a lost love swiriling thru my liver, got me hurling things at the moon. Cause darlin' when you're near, I spend less of my time, will and dear. You said you're leaving because of something but it's something I didn't hear. (oooh) I get a lousy attitude when you (oooh), honey, when you tell me you, you don't listen and that's rude, you don't listen and that's rude, you don't listen and that's rude.

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In the days of twenty and oh, things are bad. In the days of twenty and oh, things are bad. In the days of twenty and oh I was tyin' that rope. Almost killed myself, when things were bad. In the days of twenty and one, oh my God. In the days of twenty and one, oh my God. In the days of twenty and one to my head I held that gun, slidin' down a firey hill, oh my God. In the days of twenty and two I had bad dreams. In the days of twenty and two I had bad dreams. In the days of twenty and two, worryin' 'bout dyin's all I do. I'm a mess, I'm a mess, I've got bad dreams. In the days of twenty and three we're gonna burn. In the days of twenty and three we're gonna burn. In the days of twenty and three, there's no hope I can see. Shower me in kerosine and watch me burn.

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Who likes to party? I like to party. How you like to party? I party like this! I like to party with girls, and girls like to party with me. Doodley da dee da da. I like to party with girls, and girls like to party with me. So if you're having a party and you want it to be bouncin', pencil two names on your guest list: Andy Bean and The Councilman. I like to party with girls, and girls like to party with. I like to party with, I like to party with girls. And girls like to party with, girls like to party with me. Doodley da dee da da. I like to party with, I like to party with girls. And girls like to party with, girls like to party with me. So if you're havin' a good time, but your boyfriend is acting mean, open your window, call for rescue, "Hey, Councilman! Hey, Andy Bean!" I like to party with girls, and girls like to party with me. Girls like to party with me! Girls like to party with me! Doodley da dee da da.

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Oh, Norlee, won't you bring your hind quarters back to me. My days have been dark and bleak. Since your hind quarters ain't in my reach. Each every day, and every night, your hind quarters make my undergarments tight. Oh, Norlee, you carry your hind quarters so sensually.

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Wope diddly womp, the streets are conquered. And wasn't it a dizzy, a dizzy would be. Oh you know there ain't, there ain't nothing funny about the death of Franklin Pierce. Oh the Lord gave him three children and he took them all away. Struck two down with tibes and crushed one beneath a train. That's why he filled the white house up with tears, oh there ain't nothing funny about the death of Franklin Pierce. In old New Hampshire you can hear the laughter anytime he came near. But you know there ain't, there ain't nothing funny about the death of Franklin Pierce. Oh when you're all alone and your money's gone oh and you're whole family's dead, sit back and have another drink, Mr. President. 'Cause ain't that every good man's fear? Oh there ain't nothing funny about the death of Franklin Pierce. Oh, oh, oh (repeated) Wope diddly womp, the streets are conquered. And wasn't it a dizzy, a dizzy would be. Oh you know there ain't, there ain't nothing funny about the death of Franklin Pierce. Oh when you're all alone and your money's gone oh and you're whole family's dead, sit back and have another drink, Mr. President. 'Cause ain't that every good man's fear? Oh there ain't nothing funny about the death of Franklin Pierce. Oh there ain't nothing funny about the death of Franklin Pierce (repeated)

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Watch her through worlds unclear and talk her through words of fear. Cheer up, you're wasting tears... Love just don't disappear. And I put it out of sight and I put it out of mind and it hung me out to dry. Obsessions I thought I was over. Changes you saw in my heart. Over! I don't think I'll ever know!

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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)