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Fucking Love
03:29
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Fucking Love.
Six weeks ago I didn’t know your name
Since I found out girl nothing’s been the same
I can’t eat or sleep or drink.
There’s only one thing I can think
I’m cruising down I’m doing fine
I’ve opened up my tiny mind
Coz I, I, fucking love you
I’m like a different man since you’ve been here
And a day without you feels just like a year,
And I’m wearing fancy clothes
And I’m buying one of those.
I’m putting on a brand new dress coz there’s a woman man I’ve got to impress
Coz I, I, fucking love you
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2. |
Walk on Down
03:51
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Walk on Down,
I know you’re looking around
For what can be found
And keeping your schedule free
I don’t need deep and profound,
I’ve got my feet on the ground
But you know it’s got to be.
Why don’t you walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down to me
Hey baby walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down to me, c’mon and set me free
Hey baby set me free, Hey baby set me free
Oh won’t you set me free when you walk on down the aisle of love with me.
I don’t need fuss and confusion
I’ve got no illusions
I know how you rock and you roll.
But look at you standing there
With those eyes and that hair
Hey I’m taking you body and soul.
I know you’re looking around
For what can be found
And keeping your schedule free
I don’t need deep and profound,
I’ve got my feet on the ground
But you know it’s got to be.
It’s got to be now baby.
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Kaleidescope girl
03:47
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Kaleidoscope Girl
You kind of smiled and you threw it away
And I didn’t know what to say
So I stood there looking at you
And I knew all of that was true
I wondered if there’s anything that you missed,
Coz baby girl that’s a hell of a list
(I wanna be on that list)
You got my mind and soul in a whirl
Come and fuck me up
Kaleidoscope girl
Every time I look it’s a different face
Another you from a time and place
Are you here in the room or back?
I don’t know I’m not keeping track
Your heart is hitting me straight and true
And I don’t what else I can do
I shucked the oyster and I choked on the pearl. Come and fuck me up
Kaleidoscope girl
Hey don’t let me go coz you know I ain’t looking down
And colour you want anyway I can turn around, I can turn around Kaleidoscope girl
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Last Minute Thing
03:41
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Last Minute Thing
Here I am, waiting on you.
Late again, nothing getting through
Should I call, should I book a flight?
I could moan I could groan I could wail if that would put it right.
Coz I know where this goes, I’ve seen all your picture shows.
Soon enough, you’ll walk in, selling that smile.
And your last minute thing.
It’s enough that I get you at all
Hey it’s rough, but it was me that made that call
And I know where you are
In a field, in a room or a bar, screaming out,
Singing your name with one thought in your mind
And your last minute thing
What am I, what am I meant to do?
Keep on keeping on keeping it on keeping it true?
I guess that it hurts, I can’t say anymore
There’s the walls there’s the ceiling the windows don’t show me the door, don’t show me the door. Coz I know where this goes, I’ve seen all your picture shows.
Soon enough, you’ll walk in, selling that smile.
And your last minute thing.
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5. |
U 4 Me
04:06
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U4Me
He knew it, he stood there, his phone was lighting up the gloom
He breathed in; he turned round and walked out of the empty room.
And he ran, ran all the way, he saw it was a stupid thing
But nothing seemed better than seeing what tomorrow brings.
Coz babe its U 4 me.
Oh baby set me free, can’t you see its U 4 me
She turned and she saw him,
She grabbed his hand pushed out her ass.
He smelt her, he tasted, he felt her skin and couldn’t pass
And later, much later, he heard her breathing in the night,
And nothing could ever have filled him up with so much light.
If he stops singing it out and saying her name he’ll die
Lost in limbo and lust on the borderline, will he be fine? he’ll be fine.
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6. |
Leave Her
02:58
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Leave her
Jackie found out about three weeks in
When he asked about her husband and she said he knows everything
You couldn’t make it up you couldn’t write it down if he’d have put it in a movie they’d have run him right out of town.
And there’s the door she said
Lying on a motel bed
And then he looked into her eyes
And nothing ever mattered less
He looked into her eyes
And he knew he couldn’t leave her if he tried.
Jackie went home he was quite a mess
With a head full of video, an anvil in his chest
Jackie lay down in a convulsive fit,
With the devil in his sockets
And he screamed and he hollered and he bit
And there’s the door she said
Lying on an unmade motel bed
And there’s the door she said
Lying on an unmade, unwashed motel bed
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Lies
03:28
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Lies
That’s enough, I like it rough, but this ain’t that normal situation
I’m not so tough, I huff and puff, but all this stuff’s too much information.
Keep it good, keep it slow, keep it on a need to know.
I’m just fine with what’s in front of me
Don’t show me nothing but disguise
Don’t put the tears back in my eyes,
Don’t be afraid to compromise, oh baby please
Just tell me lies.
It ain’t fair to clear the air.
I don’t care, don’t make it apparent,
Don’t take me there; it’s your wild hair
I don’t do open and transparent.
It’s all good, I like slow,
What makes you think I need to know?
I like this right here in front of me.
I hate that honesty, the truth’s no good to me,
You’ve got so much that I can’t hear.
Don’t show me nothing but disguise
Don’t put the tears back in my eyes,
Don’t be afraid to compromise, oh baby please
Just tell me lies.
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8. |
Upside Down
03:01
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Upside down.
Well I used to have opinions and I liked my point of view
I knew where I was going I was sure of what was true
I used to think the world was mine and I could wear its crown
I used to think a lot of things 'til you, turned me upside down.
I used to love my work I always strived to get ahead
I liked my own company I was sure of what I said
I never did the carefree thing I always wore a frown
I never did a lot of things ‘til you, you turned me upside down
I was used to life alone, happy on my own, everything as I planned it. I believed so hard in my house of cards, so safe for so long, I can’t understand it.
I used to pity fools in love, I never lost my aim,
I never prayed to God above, I never felt no pain
I never knew that I could be a cliché or a clown
I never knew a lot of things ‘til you, ‘til you, you turned me upside down.
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9. |
Say It Once
03:36
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10. |
Sorry For Myself
05:13
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Sorry
Well it must have been an hour
Or maybe it’s a day
Feels like a fucking lifetime anyway.
Since the light flashed on my phone
And I didn’t feel this pain
And I dropped it in anticipation of reading out your name.
I’m feeling sorry for myself
I’m trying not to give a damn.
But unattractively needy
Seems to be who I am.
My crawling life is flashing by.
And you’re the reason why
I’m feeling sorry for myself
All I can do is cry.
So now it’s definitely an hour
Since I heard anything from you
I keep a close eye on your status but it’s stuck there at half past two.
And I’m shaking and I’m ill.
I wish I could learn the trick
of walking when you feel like falling down,
I guess I’m just that dick.
Who's feeling sorry for myself
I’m trying not to give a damn.
But unattractively needy
Seems to be who I am.
My crawling life is flashing by.
And you’re the reason why
I’m feeling sorry for myself
All I can do is cry.
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Mrs Beckett England, UK
Mrs Beckett are a trio from North East England playing loud rock n roll from a pierced heart .
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