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Soft light.
Nothing like the smell of Bacon and Eggs in the morning.
I know you said goodnight,
When I woke up you were headed out the door and I.
I wish I knew how to fight.
But I just want you to stay here,
And I feel that morning air.
I feel it everywhere,
And I.
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Clocks
03:51
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I'm thinking 'bout leaving the city.
She runs her hands against the cool night breeze.
Playing poker in a dark room
With all the boys she only slept with out of pity.
And I
Want wind
To blow this fragile town to pieces.
And I
Want wind
To come and blow my hometown away.
I met this girl down by the station.
She said her name is Susie Q.
Said she doesn't like to take her clothes off,
But she'll kiss me in my darkened front room.
And I
Want wind
To stop these lonely clocks from ticking.
And I
Want wind
To stop me from begging you to stay.
I can feel it in my stomach
Along with some Tylenol and a little bit of beer.
Some sort of sickly sweet feeling
I feel when you whisper in my ear.
And I
Want wind
To drag me away from your apartment.
And I
Want wind
To stop this night from turning into day.
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Trailer Parks
02:57
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Hand-rolled cigarettes moving down the highway.
We were only seventeen.
We were kissing in the trailer park.
We could taste the nicotine.
Staying at the run down Super 8
just beyond the county line.
We saw the ghosts that stayed there.
Two of them were yours and mine.
You know I wish that I could be there,
but I'm running out of time.
I can feel you getting sadder
even though you say you're fine.
I can feel your lipstick smearing
when we're miles and miles apart.
When I think of you I see your body in the dark
making love in a trailer park.
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(Male)
My dear,
I'm so very tired.
My lungs are on fire
From the love on a screen.
It's late
And I'm getting real impatient.
I don't want to wait.
How long do I wait?
Champagne blonde, I wish I was.
Your words, they make me smile because
I see your lips spelling them out.
I want your head right next to mine.
Your eyes
Look out from a fishbowl.
I look up at the sky
And see your shade of blue.
I hope
You never stay gone.
We're laying on the lawn
Just outside our house.
Champagne blonde, I wish I was.
It's not too late to say I love
The way we're searching in the dark.
I felt your feeling right next to mine.
(Female)
Wait.
I'm tired of this world.
You call it wishful thinking.
I call it a disease.
We're fucked.
You and I both.
Because we're in the same boat.
We're on the same soil.
Champagne blonde, I wish I was.
You're too tired to call my bluff.
Things were hung on empty hooks.
I feel your body right next to mine.
Champagne blonde, I wish I was.
Your words, they make me smile because
I see your lips spelling them out.
I want your head right next to mine
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Song for God
03:02
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Oh, unfamiliar things are coming out the front.
I'm just wondering, where'd you get that gun?
Jesus Christ could tell me everything will be alright.
I know, I know, I know.
Oh, where'd you go? I'll tell you where I'm from.
Just tell me where you got this life supply of bubble gum.
Jesus Christ could tell me I'm gonna die.
It's buried in the snow.
I know, I know, I know.
Oh, fucking hell, I'll do it by myself.
Please just put your hands up on a shelf now.
Jesus Christ could tell me the world is gonna end,
And I would understand.
I just don't understand.
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films about ghosts
02:47
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It's so strange
Saying all of it out loud
But I feel the need to write, you know
I feel the need to write it out.
It's getting cold
In mid-October.
I can't wait to put my hands
In the holes of your sweatshirt, there's a
Piece of you in every
Song that I sing.
When I read back all the words,
I just can't help but to think
Susie's just a piece of fiction,
She's not real, but I
I just want to be with you
And i hope that's how you feel, we'd lay
Up on our steady block
And watch the sun go down
Dreaming of the city and
What we'd do if we left this town.
There's a, spot on Main Street
That reminds me of you
And every time I pass it,
I feel like such a fool
We're in a dark room watching
Films About Ghosts
They're making a movie
on our lives.
I don't wish to scare you
But I'm happy just to be with you
I don't need anything, you know
It's enough just to see you.
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Alison by Slowdive
04:12
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I spend my nights alone on a twin-sized.
I feel so filthy
for making you run away.
You're probably off with some brand new other guy
but you don't love him, do you?
You love him for the day.
I'm low on gas in the middle of the highway,
and I'm just dying
from the cold.
I wish you stayed that night it was snowing,
but you were just going
with what you were told.
She's so perfect, now isn't she?
Young and careless,
smoking out on the lawn.
You left your scent all over the bedsheets,
and I keep it with me
now that you're gone.
You're gone, gone, gone.
You always sang that line when we were driving.
"Your cigarette still burns".
"Your messed up world will thrill me,
Alison".
"Alison, I said we're sinking
There's nothing here but that's okay".
"Outside your room your sister's spinning
But she lies
And tells me it's just fine".
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The kids are all dancing to offset electric guitars.
With Morrisey singing I knew I wouldn't get very far.
She let me get closer and put my hands around her waist.
Said she wouldn't go down because she never really liked the taste.
I'm a girl and you're a boy.
I was hoping you could fill some kind of void.
I'm a boy and you're a girl.
We could be with each other and forget about the world.
I knew what you wanted when we were both dancing slow.
And so did my body but I wouldn’t let it let you know.
You said you were tired we should go and get some food.
I knew you had a hotel ready but I couldn’t kill the mood.
I'm a girl and you're a boy.
I was hoping you could fill some kind of void.
I'm a boy and you're a girl.
We could be with each other and forget about the world.
I guess we both knew where this night was going to end.
And lyin’ next to you there’s not much left to comprehend.
But if just for tonight you’d let me have your heart, then
It won’t be so hard to know tomorrow we’ll be nothin’
Cause you can do what you want to, whenever you want to.
Cause you can do what you want to, there's nothing to stop you.
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I-95
02:26
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I miss your head on my shoulder, darling.
Where did the time go,
Since we were old enough to call things our own?
I know that you've been gone for a while now.
It's alright.
You don't have to come back home.
I don't miss you, I miss the way you felt.
And I miss that feeling
Of being something bigger than myself.
I know, the time moves so very slow
What's the point in singing songs?
It's worthless telling you all the things I felt.
Maybe in a year or so, I'll be looking back when I feel alone.
I'll feel something I didn't feel, I'll
See something I didn't see before.
You're gone and I'm still writing songs,
But I don't see myself with you.
I don't see enough to say any more.
I miss your head on my shoulder, darling.
Where did the time go,
Between you leaving and you coming home.
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I really don't want this to go to waste.
I sneak out at night just to see your face.
It's amazing how I miss you when you're not around.
Learned how to climb down the fire escape without making a sound.
I don't quite know how to
Tell you how I feel.
This sunset is so nice and your hair is tangled tight with
Mine.
Can I see you tomorrow night?
I wish I had the courage to give it all up.
But I don't, and I won't, and you'll move along.
'Cause I've seen the boy you meet when you go downtown.
He'll have you soon but I have you right now.
I don't quite know how to
Tell you how I feel.
The stars are so bright and you hold me so tight in your arms.
Can I see you tomorrow night?
I'm thinking 'bout leaving the city.
Oh, but I might.
I wish we had more time.
Oh, you look so nice.
Can I see you tomorrow night?
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Bacon and Eggs New York
Run out of a bedroom. Kinda off-key.
Guitar and Vocals is Parker Barrow, Vocals is Gwen Harrington.
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