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Get In Line, Stranger
02:41
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I know she's knocking you out right now
You're not the first one
Man, woman or child
Pushin' out your chest and adjusting your hair
Dancing like the blue bird-of-paradise
Trying to teach her something that she's already learned
If you wanna shot you'd better get in line
You stranger!
If Paris woulda seen her he'd have pass'd Helen by
Pyramus would not have fallen on his sword
Star-cross'd lovers would behave just the same
Both Juliet and Romeo would be in queue
You stranger…
Do ya love her?
Do you need her?
You want to kiss her?
You and every fool in front of you in line you stranger!
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2. |
Baby Talk
02:44
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I watched you growing,
Without you even knowing
When you need someone to listen, we hear ya,
Please know that
I feel you moving,
Ophelia, grooving
When you need someone to listen, we hear ya,
Please know we're here.
I really wanna talk with you
I really wanna take you by the hand
I really wanna show you the world,
Can't wait to let you in.
Just like our fathers did,
Just like our mothers did.
That's just the way it is,
I wanna open up and just let you in.
I really wanna talk with you,
We don't speak the same language.
I really wanna talk with you,
We don't speak the same, don't speak the same.
I really wanna communicate,
We don't speak the same language.
I really wanna talk with you,
We don't speak the same, don't speak the same.
I really wanna talk with you,
If you could ever tell me you how you feel.
For now you're just too young,
To speak our native tongue.
That's just the way it is, that's just the way it is.
That's just the way it is, I wanna open up and let you in
I really wanna talk with you,
We don't speak the same language.
I really wanna talk with you,
We don't speak the same, don't speak the same.
I really wanna communicate,
We don't speak the same language.
I really wanna talk with you,
We don't speak the same, don't speak the same.
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3. |
Regina
04:20
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When the lights don’t impress no more you’ll probably fly
I’ll stay with my friends and we’ll get drunk on the North Side
But you probably don’t want to follow me down
Because I’m fucked up kid without a plan
It shows me why you do the things you can every time
My brother wrote a letter
He told me not to choke
Regina’s just a dream he said, she vanishes in smoke
But you probably don’t want to follow me down
Because I’m fucked up kid without a plan
It shows me why you do the things you can
She slow danced with me
Three hundred and sixty five days I counted
The world stops turning around
I’ve got milk crates full of records that tell me I’m a clone
No, I don’t need a lecture on how to be alone
But you probably don’t want to follow me down
Because I’m fucked up kid without a plan
It shows me why you do the things you can every time
She slow danced with me
Three hundred and sixty five days I counted
The world stops turning around
Get a bottle of something
And a song that’s a savior to me
Asking ‘Oh, Lord Jesus
Is that sincerity?’
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4. |
Scrappy Dobbins
03:32
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Me and you in a knock down drag out
Mouths full of hate
Both so angry we can't see straight
Its a long way back to your dead end street
Yeah. I know we're spent
But it takes all night if we drag our feet
(With) heels over head (and)
Eyes on the prize, (you) can't watch your back for a knife
I understand infatuation
but to lie?! You don't have to lie.
I can still hear the voice of Scrappy Dobbins
Though he's long since passed
In his cajun parlance (He's not from the North)
Sayin' "one thing I can't stand is a lie!
It makes it hard to live.
It's a scarlet letter they may not forgive"
That is the game, such is to blame,
Carefully choose whom to shame.
I understand exaggeration
But to lie?!
We were cutting a rug through Barbed Wire Love
And I could feel you pulling me in
I fell hook line and sinker
During Peace, Love and Understanding
When a heart wakes up
Can it only love once
Or over and over again?
Or is it merely a fax of the first time you went and laid it bare?
When you lie
Cuts me open when you lie
You don't have to lie
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5. |
Satan Ain't Real
05:02
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Hey Charlie, don’t worry, evil ain’t real
It’s what we blame when we can’t explain
Why fellow men hurt us like they do
Without remorse
When you feel it creep up again
What you blindly feared the most in life
When you were a child
Just know it’s all in your head
And it ain’t ever too late for you to break away
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Brand New Bruise
02:58
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What could have possibly happened to make you so cruel, love?
Is it something you need to, or just can’t, speak of?
Were you beat up instead of brought up?
Not touched enough, or touched too much?
What could have possibly happened to make you so abusive?
I’m the owner of a brand new bruise
And you can say you’re sorry again
Or you could bury me down in the ground
Just know whatever way you choose
Oh, either way, I lose
You hurt me every day
With your fists and the things you say
Every time I turn around you say “IT AIN’T FUNNY!”
Oh, ‘til my heart stops
You know that I won’t stop thinking about it every day
You say you wanna smack the smirk off my face
Every time I turn around you say “IT AIN’T FUNNY!”
Oh, ‘til my heart stops
You know that I won’t stop thinking about it
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7. |
Ease On Up
05:01
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Dial it back, ease on up…
I waiting so long
Only to be drawn in by a siren’s song
I tried to keep my cool
Things get so complicated
Let’s keep it simple
Ooh we’re getting too excited!
Ease off the tempo
Ease off the tempo, darlin’
Dial it back, ease on up…
Why did I let myself fall?
Mistook the rumor for a clarion call
Now I see you making the same mistake
When you feel your heart rate rising
Beating through your temple
Take a breath, close your eyes and
Ease off the tempo
Ease off the tempo, darlin’
You were offered peace of mind,
But you respectfully declined
When you feel it jump on your back
Don't let it give you a heart attack
Gotta find a way to ease on up
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8. |
Name In Lights
04:57
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Oh these troubles! I don't need your head
I need your arms to hold me tight instead
We don't need to fix them in a day
The only thing to say is 'it's okay'
That it's gonna be okay
That it’s gonna be okay
When we see our name in lights
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Oh Panama!
What's the best way to reach you?
Carratera Panamericana (Pan-American Hwy)
Cuts right through
The flora and the fauna
Ain't a better place to meet you
Now I wanna put your name in lights
When I get back home
I'm gonna break apart
Discard the parts
that seem out of place
After I kiss your face
That's the first thing I'm gonna do
When I get back home
Unlike you
Sometimes I gotta mess up
To understand "why not?"
It gets through
It's trial and error
Gotta pull myself together
If I'm gonna see my name in lights
Let me come back home
I'll try twice as hard
I'll never stay out late
I'll never pull that card
I hate that I break your heart
That's the last thing I wanna do
When I get back home
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9. |
Regrets On Parting
04:06
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You know, he warned me once
Told me I’d regret it.
You know, the old one fit just right
Why didn’t I keep it?
Instead, I threw it on the curb in no time flat.
All my old things lookin’ so sad now
So true, youngblood…Why didn’t I keep it?
Curse the man who first took a rag
And dyed it scarlet
Wrapped it in a box and a bow
And put a price on it
But my shoes have holes and my pants don’t fit
I need a new hat (and that’s the half of it)
My clothes are worn out and I need to replace them
You could take it on faith, youngblood
Never ask a question
Never doubt a thing in your life
And get someone else’s truth
The windows whine when the wind gets high
The walls need paint and the floor don’t shine
So true! This place needs updating…
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Paid a visit to Diderot
He was entertaining king and priest
Lured them in with flesh and gold
And said “whatever shall we use for rope”?
If you lend an open ear
I’ll tell you everything I know
Or I could tell you what you want to hear
I can’t believe they left us two alone!
If you really want to know, LEARN!
If you really want to go, LEAVE!
Try to wear it on your sleeve
Show them what you’ve worked to earn
Or else they’ll take it on faith
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