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Time Traveler
01:04
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2. |
Underaged New York
02:16
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See
Look at everything you've done for me
Is exactly what they think you've got to say
When your fortune's been picked up
And gone away
It's perfect night when you wake up
You're in a random place and you're in luck
Everybody's here, but no one's is sight
And everything that's wrong becomes right
It's a silly game that you try to play
Pick your way
See
Look at all shit you've done to me
Is exactly what you really want to say
But a grudge won't pick you up
And help you anyway
It's a normal night now you wake up
In a random place oh and in luck
Everybody's here, but no one's is sight
And everything that's wrong becomes right
It's a silly game that you try to play
Pick your way
Flyin' high in subway cars
Drunk but still too young for bars
Play your luck with wasted chances
Screw those fuckin high school dances
Remember when you pledged yourself
To loving her and no one else
Think of all your wasted work
In under aged fuckin' New York
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3. |
Richard III
02:11
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Spinning off the walls
Drunk at concert halls
Hey man he fell so far
Oh why'd he fall so hard
Twinkle in his eyes
Shining thirty-five
You know he'll try to fly
But never be that guy
Wasting all his time
Workin on his rhyme
It's not a shock to see
No
It's not a mystery
No matter what he says
No matter what he does
You'll never find him
singing
Oh baby come and meet me out
After the show we're gonna twist and shout
Oh mama they can't wait to hear me
Expectations
Gotta let them fly
Man he's a real nice guy
In someone else's eye
If all else fails
Gotta keep him on the rails
We gotta keep him
thinking
Late one night
In the light
Late one night
Out of sight
Singin
Oh baby come and meet me out
After the show we're gonna twist and shout
Oh mama they can't wait to hear me
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4. |
Don't Get Caught
06:16
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The smoke dissipates like mist in the summer sky
I feel the heat and
Is it too late?
Is it worth a try?
They tell me don’t get caught
If you live long enough you’ll be the wiser for it
That's just a load of bullshit
It just means you’re old and alone with
Nothing but your thoughts
Don’t get caught
Isn’t it fun to be young but we’ll just forget
It's the last time our first time will be something besides the beginning
It’s just the beginning of the end
Crash on your couch
Who has time for beds?
I’ll be out in the morning
I map out the lines on your delicate hands
Each crevice a mystery
Lets take our shoes off and stick our toes in the sand
Don’t get caught in it
It's the last time our first time will be something besides the beginning
It’s just the beginning of the end
If I see you tonight
Will it all be in my head?
I won’t get caught
I’m all out of liquid love
Just reach to the sky and
Fill it right back up
No I won’t get caught ...
Why would I get caught up in...
Anything but myself
You’re better in love then...
Cause I can only think of
Somebody else
I don’t know when it started
I don’t know when it started
I’ll just say goodbye
I won't say farewell
I’m saying goodbye
I’ll see you again
This isn’t farewell
Because I am caught up in you
I’ll see you again
Because I am caught up in you
Because I am caught--
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5. |
Been So Long
04:16
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Out windows
The whole world feels so out of touch
You try to grab it
But never seem to get enough
Of that life time
They promised you when you were a kid
And those dreams
That now stay hidden under your bed
Oh
Sometimes
It's hard to look at what you've become
How every move you make
Is movin under the gun
How all your friends and enemies
Live satisfied lives
While it's a constant struggle
Just to stay in your mind
Singin
Can't you see that I am meant to be
Just another rare commodity
Keep your prayers and keep your worried nights
It's been so long since my life's been right
Late nights
You struggle just to stay awake
Cuz all your earthly treasures
Lie in some far off place
While she's in your mind, she takes your time, to do something else
And the only hope you have
Is to be someone your self
Can't you see that I am meant to be
Just another rare commodity
Keep your prayers and keep your worried nights
It's been so long since my life's been right
(Repeat)
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6. |
Nobody Home
03:58
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I've got a little black book with my poems in
I've got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
I've got electric light
And I've got second sight
I've got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And I've got the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild staring eyes
I've got a strong urge to fly
But I've got nowhere to fly to
Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home
I've got a pair of Gohills boots
And I've got fading roots.
I even wrote my own part of this verse in a cover song
It’s things like this
That let me leave my mark
Even when the band has gone and got their own start.
That is why
When I run and tell you I’m gone
There’ll be nobody home.
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