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Something
03:44
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Something
I can’t keep from adding them up
And knowing all the days and the times.
I met you and I ran out of luck.
I can’t keep up with all of the crimes and misdemeanours that you’re smiling about.
Searching out the online reviews.
A hard on and a head full of doubt.
Baby I can pick ‘em yes I can chose
It sucks but it’s true, I love you
It’s just something that I do
I’m fucked, I love you
It’s just something that I do
I can see them looking at you,
I can see them showering down.
I bet I know what they want to do
I can hear professional sounds and sidelines,
A wrong turn and I’m passing the place
I’m conducting an interview
Photos of that other girl’s face
Pretending that I’ve got the first clue
Keep looking bored keep looking tired
Keep that store boarded up
I’ve got ways to find out
I’m inspired
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2. |
Rome
03:31
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Rome
So just let me explain why I’m here and saying sorry again.
And you’re feeling the strain and you’ve got every right to complain.
And yeah I can be depressive, passive and aggressive
with everything that gets in my way.
I know it’s not impressive
Self indulgent and possessive, .
But baby keep the faith you know Rome wasn’t built in a day.
I might lie, over eat, drink and smoke and gamble and cheat.
I’m a dick, I confess.
I’m what they call a work in progress.
Ballistic in a quarrel, autistic and amoral.
I like it when it’s going my way.
I’m stubborn and defensive, don’t look so apprehensive.
Honey hang on in there, you know Rome wasn’t built in a day.
They say the rise and fall was built on brick and stone and clay. And I’m Caligula and Nero . Watch me fuck and fiddle while I throw it all away
Looks like I crossed a line, sugar surely you can give me some time. My hands are up, it’s my bad. Don’t look so defeated and sad.
This is my confession, babe I learned my lesson,
I fall down on my knees and I pray.
I’m cleaning up my mess and I’m hoping for the best.
Honey would I lie to you? Rome wasn’t built in a day
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Working
03:20
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Working
Out two weeks and she’s not gonna stop to sob
A motivated girl she’s going to find herself a money job
And they’re lining up to pay
There’s not enough hours in the day
She’s got the attitude and look
The phone is ringing off the hook
And now she’s working working
Coz only one thing’s certain
She keeps on working working
To keep away the hurting
Lover mother priest the money’s better spent than therapy
And all the time not taking time in thinking how it used to be
And there’s the weekly trip to see
Those brown eyes boys in places she don’t want to be.
And little sidelines going on
She pays her taxes honey she ain’t doing nothing wrong
When you’ve got bills to pay
It’s surprising what you can do
If there was another way
But it’s a free market economy what’s a girl to do?
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Less
03:53
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Less .
It’s ordinary, oh so everyday.
It’s meaningful in a meaningless way.
Don’t let’s pretend we’ve got
Anything we have not.
I’m all for honesty and truth.
Right up close, in overdoses.
It’s less than words can say
It’s more than lies combined.
Let’s find another way.
To make us feel
To make us feel OK.
She’s having fun she’s lying to his face.
He’s leaving himself all over the place.
It’s been a long way down.
He’s hiding from the frown
Hopelessly involving him.
look in her eyes, a new sunrise.
It’s less than words can say
It’s more than lies combined.
Let’s find another way.
To make us feel
To make us feel OK.
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Stupid
03:07
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Stupid
I,I,I,I,I’m a hell of a guy
I’m making all the ladies sigh
Every time I walk by
I’ve got a glint in my eye
I took my piece of the pie
I don’t think I never ask why
Coz baby I’m built to fly
But then they got me stuck in all that stupid
All that stupid, all that stupid
They got me tangled up in all that stupid
All that stupid, all that stupid
Free and it’s great to be me
I’m getting the same ride as Jay Z
And I know the place to be
If I could just get a break
'cause someone's made a mistake
there's no more piss left to take
Don’t tell me I bought a fake
Hey, there’s got to be another way
What did I say? Hey hey hey
And I’m going down in all that stupid
All that stupid, all that stupid
I’m trying not to drown in all that stupid
All that stupid, all that stupid
They got me stuck real good in all that stupid
All that stupid, all that stupid
Just like I knew they would in all that stupid
All that stupid, all that stupid
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Innocent
03:15
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Innocent
Watching you obfuscate, watching you lie,
Smile and ingratiate, it’s all blue sky
That butter wouldn’t melt, you know what I mean
You play that hand you’re dealt with gloves so clean
Don’t come the innocent, the innocent, the innocent with me,
Don’t come the innocent, the innocent, the innocent, the innocent with me
All that never getting down and dirty too
That blameless life goes down easy for you
These things we do and say one day will pass
And one day these feet of clay will kick your ass
Lock it up I’ll never get inside your vault
Chalk it up to all those things, all those things that ain’t your fault
the innocent, the innocent, the innocent with me,
Don’t come the innocent, the innocent, don’t come the innocent with me.
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Clean
03:15
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Clean
I always knew they were coming, those better things
I held you close as we healed our broken wings
I couldn’t live if our love had never been
But I always knew you’d leave me
As soon as we got clean
I always lived for your kiss and for your touch
So big so strong, woman I loved you oh so much
But only we know all the things that we’ve done and that we’ve seen
And I always knew you’d leave me
As soon as we got clean
But I’d rather watch you fly
Than stay down here and slowly die
I wouldn’t trade a second we’ve known
Even to stop the pain since you’ve been gone
You laid him softly in my arms I said ‘hey you know me’
I felt your heart so full of a love I’d never see
You were my world, my love, my only queen
And I always knew you’d leave me
As soon as we got clean
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8. |
So
04:12
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So
Foreign spies, warming lies
Different’s bad
Political correctness and it’s going mad
They want what you’ve had
But don’t get sad
Coz nothing turns the good guys bad
Be satisfied it’s all going your way
You crucified the right people today
You’re justified be proud and let it show
And be terrified of all the things you know
That just ain’t so.
Eat and drink, on the brink
You won’t sink
With your golden sword you’ll fight this
Don’t care what they think,
Don’t be the first to blink,
It must be a lie that God don’t give a fuck about the righteous
It’s not what you don’t know
It’s what you know for certain
That just ain’t so
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9. |
Roots
04:11
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Roots
He talked she didn’t make a sound
She walked, she didn’t turn around
Cut out like a silhouette
That’s as close as he could get
The lights dimmed and she took her stroll
With her skirt like a belt and roots as dark as her soul
He talked of love and compromise
She sighed and she rolled her eyes
He got all he was gonna get
A lip print on a cigarette
He got let go, she always had control
With her skirt like a belt and roots as dark as her soul
Oh yes she did
It’s all neurochemistry
Drove mad by drugs and jealousy
It’s all shooting from her hips
As rats drown on their sinking ships
And where he once had a heart there’s a bloody gaping hole
And a skirt like a belt and roots as dark as her soul
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10. |
Did
04:25
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Did
You say anything
Sweet words, no meaning.
Talk is cheap and low
The walk is what you show.
I know what you did, fella I ain’t fooling around
I know what you did, so saddle up and get out of town
I see you like to spin, keep turning til you’re facing the door
Take your coprophagous grin
And get your motor running don’t come around here no more
Nothing’s too on top.
Knowing when to stop.
Suck it up and see
What you mean to me.
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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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