1. |
Ambrosia
02:41
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Now that I tried a piece of your time nothing's sweeter to me,
Yes life is renewing no more abusing God's gift to me,
She may be free but she craves slavery
Her ambrosia's like five times bolder than what Jesus likes to take in his tea,
I headed downtown avoiding the crowds in this crazy design,
And there's my lady divine all that I'm seeking a matter of speaking,
She may be fine but we fight all the time
Her ambrosia's like five times bolder than what Jesus likes to take in his tea,
Now that I tried I wasted my time but nothing's sweeter to me,
Yes life is renewing no more abusing God's gift to me,
She may be free but she craves slavery
Your ambrosia's like five times bolder than what Jesus likes to take in his tea,
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2. |
Pretty Town Allegations
02:18
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In this pretty town we're all sharing walls,
and no one wants to make a sound,
In this lovely world we don't share we fight for oil
with a brother from another soil,
but we're still getting down
it's like the last time that you'll hear me make a sound
Allegations
In this heated room, no one knows I'm forced to swoon a girl from another tune,
In this lovely air we are forced to breathe and share and I don't even really care,
but we're still getting down
it's like the last time that you'll hear me make a sound
Allegations
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3. |
7th Street
02:44
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I fell asleep on a Philosopher's Stone by a Jackalope,
I got a little loopy after hanging out with that Cajun Queen,
Oh on 7th Street, No it's not Monroe
Just say the word
the code to cut myself,
and I'll be right at home in bed
alone and red,
Before I get up, get out, get rich, go home again
Get up, get out, get rich
Savvy That
Friendly Mart Busch Ices and Ridgeway Vices oh how they entice us,
I know a little Spanish and I do know el Jeffe Cozinar
Oh on 7th Street, No it's not Monroe
Just say the word
the code to cut myself,
and I'll be right at home in bed
alone and red,
Before I get up, get out, get rich, go home again
Get up, get out, get rich
Savvy That
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4. |
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My back, my back is to the wall
Both barrells blazing and I see everyone,
Bored Gone Deaf, Never heard the world before~
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5. |
Just Another Holiday!
03:03
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Dear Watson, you can find this one
in a dark den of opium.
Bloody streets are never clean,
So I don’t know how I can be…
Slippin’ down the easy way
Just another holiday!
& for now, life won’t be a waste…
Just another holiday!
221 Baker Street!
Got a head & a mind to treat.
Sense the cab approach from the sound,
Another case in the same old town.
Slippin’ down the easy way
Just another holiday!
& for now, life won’t be a waste…
Just another holiday!
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6. |
Fine and Dandy
02:52
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And then we'll call him Andy
say that he's fine and dandy,
talk about the weather
makes it hard for him to stay,
Elizabeth complains she
wants more than sullen sways,
I can't blame it sure does sound sweet
a shore with the setting sun
and no we're coming back
from this last heart attack,
Everything is set up so that maybe we, maybe we can start over
Start over, Start Over Again
And then we'll learn to play dumb
outsmarting you was never fun,
Maybe I just fooled myself and never really won,
I loved you so hard and you made me so hard to get along with,
I'll throw your favorite fit and jealousy can't comply
and no we're coming back
from this last heart attack,
Everything is set up so that maybe we, maybe we can start over
Start over, Start Over Again
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7. |
Don't Go to Bed Mad
03:26
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8. |
Yellow Moon
03:07
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Unbalanced fulcrum,
are you going back to your old ways?
Or am I? am I?
I'm bound to long for a love that once was lost,
Or am I? Or am I?
And I fade away in your eyes,
glances away
And I've carried myself to where I see myself
on a Yellow Moon, gone so far
away from where I belong
(Oh Fade Away)
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9. |
In Your Own Right
02:39
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I got a little story, it's a little trickity tale
It starts off with an ending and it ends up in a hell,
In your own Right
Panic in the house in your own Right
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10. |
Every Day Dreaming
04:24
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I spend every day dreaming
This and that from the start,
In many ways I am revealing
what I know and what I've forgot,
set the twighlight reeling
minor roles but I played my part,
I don't know what I'm believing
Things are made just to come apart
I can see all your feelings hiding
finding that I am just dreaming with time biding
I'm just every day dreaming
What was lost and what was ours,
I can still hear the screaming
saying that I took you too far,
set the twighlight reeling
minor roles but I played my part,
I don't know what I'm believing
Things are made just to come apart
I can see all your feelings hiding
finding that I am just dreaming with time biding
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