1. |
Jerry Newman
02:48
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I couldn't resist the pull of those eyes.
There's a knot in my heart that's forming
from our loose ties.
You're back from the dead
it's in what you said,
couldn't fake your disguise.
Now I can't resist the pull from your eyes.
Take me back to the quiet nights
when the world kept spinning it didn't matter.
Something's changing you're looking familiar.
You sound so sure
that you found the core
unhappy no more.
Maybe it's time
is this a sign?
I hope you're still mine.
Take me back to the quiet nights
when the world kept spinning it didn't matter.
Something's changing you're looking familiar.
And darling, I'm so unsure
tell me what it is you're looking for
and I'm in.
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2. |
Getting Up
02:49
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I’m getting up
I’m going out
I’m waking up because now I have you
and you have me
My nervous feet
they’ve loosened up
I start to dance
and I dance with you babe
and no one else
The bummers of the world
they just don’t understand
You make your own happiness
with your own hands
Some people eat
their own shit
Then take it out on us
man, what’s their deal?
Can’t we have fun?
Those stupid fucks,
they must wake up
and start to love themselves
and anyone who might love them
But baby I have you
and you know you have me
We walk on top of the world
and dance for all to see
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3. |
What Can I Do?
02:55
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What can I do?
What can I say?
The answer's the same
every day
It's up to you
What do you choose?
Killing your name,
or losing your shame?
My child,
he does not think
oh but he sees
What about me?
Just memories
How could this be?
What did you see?
Serenity
just out of reach
Mind is a mess
I'm constantly stressed
Lost happiness
Just need a rest
My child,
he does not think
oh but he sees
What about me?
Just memories
What does it mean,
these lost memories?
Floating around like
leaves in the breeze
Can we control them
unconsciously?
Bringing them up
to the surface like
catching fish in the sea
when necessary
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4. |
In the Morning
02:23
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Darling, in the morning
when I wake up
and you're there beside me,
nothing in the world
or in my mind
could touch me anymore
In the evening
now it's time for sleep
and tender dreaming
Lay beside me
as we put to rest
all fears and worries
And after all the troubles on my mind,
you're there
And things are fine, for a while
Can't you see I'm lost with out you
don't you leave my side
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5. |
Vivid Dreams
02:39
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Vivid dreams
Livid screams
of your trembling ballad cries
Scripted schemes
Misfits dreams
Disassembling alibis
Tranquilized
Vandalized
Absent meaning, wasting highs
Passing by
Tattooed skies
All he musters is a sigh
Hard to be
C'est La Vie
Always acting like I'm fine
Tired eyes
weary mind
sober up before you...
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Somebody just walked right through me
someone with outlook so gloomy
sang the blues all afternoon and night
so tired of cartoon faces
so tired of monotone
she sang the blues to herself all alone
there's already reason enough
everyone else can call your bluff
not a suggestion but a threat
the consequences of your dread
can't help it but ask for more
satisfaction is such a bore
to be completely happy all the time
it's easy to finish something
much harder to truly start
I've found my body it's falling apart
it's hard when its all in my mind
paralyzing to just decide
no construct that I can't define
post-modern epic's got me so uptight
can you forgive us for the way we tell our comfortable lies?
and can you blame us for the laziness the apathy these silly ways we waste our lives oh my.... I tried.
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