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Last Night
03:43
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Last night, I walked home alone,
past the 3rd floor girls with their pockets full of money and the dirty little boys with their fingers in the honeypots.
Last night, I walked home alone,
past a band on the corner who were playing all wrong but they are making more money than the man who wrote the song.
Sweet Jesus, what did I do to deserve this? Sweet Jesus, what did I do?
I’m only young and I’m done with the city but I’m not old enough to want to move on
I’m drowning in the middle of a well of self-pity but I'll stay until the feeling is gone, I’m going to stay until the feeling is gone, gone, gone, gone
Last night, the clever people slept inside fortresses of mortgage and regret, they work their souls down to sand and then hand it all over to the young, free ones with growing appetites who look for love under artificial light.
They keep on doing it over, and over, and over and over until they find someone to drain and sustain them.
Sweet Jesus, what did I do to deserve this? Sweet Jesus, what did I do?
I’m only young and I’m done with the city but I’m not old enough to want to move on
There’s a myriad of reasons why I’m feeling this shitty, I can’t articulate a single one.
I’m only young and I’m done with the city but I’m not old enough to want to move on
I’m drowning in the middle of a well of self-pity but I stay until the feeling is gone, I’m going to stay until the feeling is gone, gone, gone, gone
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Paradise
04:02
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You can get into heaven on a death bed prayer,
just take the elevator past all of the good men crawling up the stairs.
You got to get living, there’s a deadly sin for every day so it just makes sense to live that way for now, say
Don’t you want to come and see what paradise looks like from the outside?
Come on baby! Don’t you ever get a little hungry just looking at the apples from the inside of the chapel?
Take a bite and spit out all the seeds
I don’t know what you believe in but even Gods not watching every little thing you do so come dance like a heathen and get howling at the moon. You got to get living, there’s a deadly sin for every day so it just makes sense to live that way for now, say
Don’t you want to come and see what paradise looks like from the outside? Come on baby! Don’t you ever get a little hungry just looking at the apples from the inside of the chapel? Take a bite and spit out all the seeds
You know we don't have an eternity, yet you sit there shaking your dust at me, baby please, let me see the lights of paradise reflecting in your eyes.
Don’t you want to come and see what paradise looks like from the outside, come on baby! Don’t you ever get a little hungry just looking at the apples from the inside of the chapel, take a bite and spit out all the seeds
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Falling
02:43
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You met the devil at the foot of the hill and saw enough to make you smile.
You traded your soul for 30 pieces of gold because silver’s not your style
You threw away all the maps and left tracks in the backs of your friends.
Who knew it’s a long way to drop from the top when it comes to an end
If somebody’s falling and there’s no one around to hear them, do they make a sound?
You’re easily fooled into believing that all you can see and hear is yours.
You’ll end up alone and fall down on the stone just to follow the applause
You moved away from the people who’d keep you from playing pretend.
Boo hoo, you got a long way to drop from the top when it comes to an end.
If somebody’s falling and there’s no one around to hear them, do they make a sound?
Look at your hands, they’re covered in the blood of your plans.
You threw away all the maps and left tracks in the backs of your friends.
Who knew it’s a long way to drop from the top when it comes to an end
If somebody’s falling and there’s no one around to hear them, do they make a sound?
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Young
03:19
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We never talked like this when we were young
Maybe that’s the reason why the whole thing came undone
Maybe I was crazy, or just dumb,
always flying off the handle, lighting candles with my tongue, but I was young
I let my horns grow long to match your crown
Then I tore apart your red dress so you wouldn’t wear it out
You could never lift me off the ground
And I could never cage you though I prayed you’d come back down so I could try
You got lost in the desert. I went back to the sea. Sometimes I saw you in the black of a dream.
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Our Love
03:26
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Our Love exists outside of words, it resonates in 3rds so we can truly feel, our love is real
Our love exists outside of thought, our love cannot be taught by educated folks who never learned, our love is earned.
Our love exists outside of touch, no hands can hold it up, no walls can keep it in for all to see, our love is free
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Look at me go, Muchacho!
01:58
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Hey! I can see you looking, Hey! I can see you staring at me,
I got eyes in the back of my head, I got eyes in the back of my head
You young cats think you’ve got it, but you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
I was a cool kid, as hip as a pelvis, I used to dye my hair black, grease it all back, slick as a whistle, now watch me.
Yeah! Now look at me go, go, Muchacho!
Yeah! Now look at me go, go, Muchacho!
Yeah! Now look at me go, go, Muchacho!
Yeah! Now look at me go!
Half way through the race, you think you've won.
You've gotta learn to walk before you run.
You act like something new under the sun.
Don't crawl back to me when it comes undone.
Watch this ya little shit.
Yeah! Now look at me go, go, Muchacho!
Yeah! Now look at me go, go, Muchacho!
Yeah! Now look at me go, go, Muchacho!
Yeah! Now look at me go!
Everything you’ll do, I’ve done.
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I’ve watched it on the television for over 37 years but now a team of brand-new writers have jumped the shark with their ideas.
I’ve only seen it pixelated. I’ve never visited the set.
Maybe one day I’ll get to see it but until then it is without an ounce of regret.
I’m turning off America. I should have done it years ago but I just couldn’t bear to miss a single episode. I’m turning off America but you can watch it all you like. So long, ‘America’
I’m turning off America as it revisits history, smoothing wrinkles out with reckless social surgery. I’m turning off America but you can watch it all you like. So long, ‘America’
America, oh America, I tuned in to you for years. Now the screen doesn’t gleam like it used to, dimmed by human tears.
I’m turning off America’s obsession with celebrity and the self-contempt polluting the majority. I’m turning off America but you can watch it all you like. So long, America.
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Regular Fool
02:52
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Here comes a regular fool
The garden variety, tryna’ be somebody clever
He's so impressionable, reciting the lines that he finds enough time to remember
Come on! It’s so easy to fit when you don’t give it a shit anymore.
Be the fool with a Grin, let the drool on your chin hit the floor
but don't slip up on it
Here comes a regular fool
in love with propriety, follow the law to the letter
It's inevitable he'll try to pull you in line if he finds that you might be untethered,
Don't fight it, you'll find it easy to fit when you don’t give a shit anymore
Smile and Grin, let the spit on your chin hit the floor
Dress like a sheep, and you’re keeping a wolf from the door
it’s so easy to fit when you don’t give a shit anymore
Here comes a regular fool
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