1. |
El Loteria
02:20
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no i never won the lottery
no i never even tried
dad said "buy a ticket"
but you know that i lied
my, how beautiful you look
on the inside
i find it so hard
to look in my eyes
in my own head
in my head
my own head
no i never won the lottery
no i never even tried
i heard about a man who won once
and i heard that he died
all his friends wanna take him
of his hard earned money
found out i love you
outside of church
in my head
you're in my head
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2. |
Boy Next Door
03:48
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weighed down
by your heavy eyes
wait up
you're in for a big surprise
i found you
waiting here for me
way down
in hell with you and me
my my where did it all go
my my how did you know
that i found you
and i'd like to
be your girl soon
if you let me
i'd love to
but you fell down
and i’m sorry
but when you got up
oh you couldn’t say a thing
no not a thing
no not a thing
weighed down
been now for some time
wait up
you can’t leave me behind
i’m grounded
by the force around
hang up
the phone when you're in hell
my my where did it all go
my my how did you know
that i found you
and i'd like to
be your girl soon
if you let me
i'd love to
but you fell down
and I’m sorry
but when you get up
oh you couldn’t say a thing
no not a thing
no not a thing
wait up
i never seen a face like yours
weighed down
by the sight of you
oh of course
look at you
like a man who doesn’t know
how to
love another girl
my my where did it all go
my my how did you know
that i found you
and i'd like to
be your girl soon
if you let me
i'd love to
but you fell down
and i’m sorry
but when you get up
oh you couldn’t say a thing
no not a thing
no not a thing
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3. |
Heaven Knows
04:52
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little girl
stuck inside a box
inside a dress
a stained apron
i hope you're in your bed
hear me in your ears
undress me in your head
i wish this was real
i’m trying hard to quit
haven’t had once since
i was on your lips
but every empty ashtray’s a reminder
i can feel you near
even though you're far
i wonder what it would be like
to be yours
heaven knows we’re together
heaven knows we should be
way out of here
it's the way i fear
this is not a test
this is not a joke
this is in all
seriousness
please don’t call the cops
please don’t tell my mom
I’m just gonna go to sleep
and wake up tomorrow
heaven knows we’re together
heaven knows we should be
way out of here
it’s the way i fear
lock her up for her own
goodness sake
lock her up for her own
goodness sake
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4. |
He Hit Me
02:46
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he hit me
and it felt like a kiss
he hit me
but it didn’t hurt me
he couldn’t stand to hear me say
that i had been with someone new
and when i told him i had been untrue
he hit me
and it felt like a kiss
he hit me
and i knew he loved me
and if he didn’t care for me
i could have never made him mad
but he hit me
and i was glad
he hit me
and it felt like a kiss
he hit me
and i knew i loved him
and then he took me in his arms
with all the tenderness there is
and when he kissed me
he made me his
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5. |
Cerberus
02:21
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waking up to yellow rays
paper cuts all on my face
i just won the lottery
there's no way you will stay
no way you will stay
stuck beneath a heavy rock
haven't been myself today
there's a black dog in the yard
big black dog in the yard
this has happened before
this has happened before
there's a big black dog
he's in the yard
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6. |
Love Cry
03:50
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i swear
i swear
i am
your lover
cryin’
cryin’
in the night
in the night
in the night
oh baby
oh baby
mhm oh baby
and i swear
i’ll find ya
if it takes
the rest
of my life
of my life
my life
my life
my life
oh baby
love cryin’
love cryin’
love cryin’
in the night
in the night
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7. |
Salvation
03:29
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shapeless message of salvation
hazed behind a big full glass
a reason for my resignation?
"all the faces turned to strange strange shapes"
the car started and i flew off
to a nest where the cuckoo bird lays
the sound of my diagnosis
ringing clean in my ears
ringing phonecall in my ears
shapeless message of salvation
hazed behind
a big full glass
all the faces turned to
strange
strange
shapes
phonecall ringin' in my ears
ringin’ clean in my ear
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8. |
On the Street in America
05:39
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don’t start
jerkin’ me around
like i’ve got a neck
that’s a rubber stalk
i feel like fallin'
through the sidewalk
makin' up names
in blue and red chalk
on the street in america
on the street in america
he started jerkin’ me ‘round
like my neck was
rubber stalk
mom and baby saved me
i called my mom
in a safe bank
in a safe bank
in a safe bank
in a safe bank
on the street in america
on the street in america
on the street in america
on the street in america
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9. |
Bathtub
01:19
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10. |
Good Homicide
05:30
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drink your coffee
and when its cold
i’ll come fill it up
until your old
moved to the mid west
tulsa county
bought some land
and now I’ve given up
i live alone
with one other man
but he don’t know me
and i don’t know him
bought a racehorse
but he broke his leg
while it was snowing
i shot him dead
oh
loving you
is drivin' me mad
just like a murder
like a good homicide
like a good old fashioned homicide
we got married
at 23
you left the next year
and i felt nothing
i went downstairs
found my coat
walked outside
i knew one place to go
how did we get here
it’s no surprise
i look at you
and you’re between my thighs
ain’t your woman
waitin’ at home?
oh, you’re scared
you said you don’t like
to live alone
oh
loving you
is drivin' me mad
just like murder
like a good homicide
like a good old fashioned homicide
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11. |
John
03:03
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grew up on
an old plantation
wringin’ t-shirts on a line
white rope
and biting clothespins
mother father only son
his only song on the car
playlist skipped over on
a speed bump
and mom kept drivin’
thinkin’ about the news
thinkin’ about the news
on the T.V. that day
thinkin’ about the news
thinkin’ about the news
thinkin’ about the news
on the T.V. that day
thinkin’ about the news
thinkin’ about the news
thinkin’ about the news
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