1. |
wind changed (shinjū)
01:20
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from the 2nd to the 7th of may, wind changed, so strange.
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2. |
burnt black
02:02
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baby knows i stay down for days
lyin' 'round in a crystalline, opium haze
eyes like owls
she says i gotta sweat it out.
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when the rain pours down
it's a suburban dream
baby's in the backseat
she's cooking up a scheme
aw yeah
don't let anyone tell ya babe
that it ain't getting worse
the only way we're leaving now
is in the back of a hearse
yeah
in the back of a hearse.
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4. |
coming down #2
02:11
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honey i ain't your muse
and i don't find it amusing
i realise the irony sure
but honey i'm coming down
and now i can rub one out in my room
distract myself from impending doom
without the threat of you comin' 'round
to drag me down
yeppp
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5. |
dark in your eyes
04:35
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babe there's a road
a long, long road
and there's dark in your eyes
but the light it shines
from the beating sun
down on everyone
and you and me.
and babe there is pain
yes there's always pain
but we leave it in the air
and the birds might spare
the coming rains
yes the coming rains.
but it happens babe time and time again
catch me in the doorway i'm looking for a friend
or someone on which i might be able to depend.
it happens babe time and time again
catch me in the doorway babe i'm looking for a friend
or someone i might be able to depend on.
but babe there's pain
there is always pain
we leave it in the air
and the birds might spare
the coming rains.
yeppp.
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6. |
daffodil
03:37
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got a fresh batch of daffodils
to get right through the night
and there was a hole in our thinking
coulda sworn we were floatin'
babe we were sinking.
got a fresh batch of daffodils
to get right through the nights.
and once you hung me out on the line
in the pouring rains
and you knew me pretty well babe
no scrubbing could get out these stains.
got a fresh bunch of daffodils
to get right through these nights
through these nights
through the night
and that's alright.
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rosemary in the afternoons
hanging on by the thread of a silvery moon
'oh i hope to see you soon'
wind blew, who knew
wind blew, who knew
a pleasant kind of strange?
so strange...
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