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Love you all the time
Even though you're not mine
Love you all the time
Dream I'm in the saltwater
Timing's gone all bad
Broken faith and a broken way
You couldn't lose me if you tried
‘Cos I'll be rollin' to your side, baby
Love you all the time
Even though you're not mine
Love you all the time
Broken faith and a broken way
You couldn't lose me if you tried
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In a dark winter Tokyo
In the Majong parlor he waits
Seven pasts thrumming through his heads
Though he comes to the water ways
In the hallways they lie in bed
Dream the red loss of all their days
In your arms there is nothing left
But we are all on the way
My whole life
Is the mystery
That I can't bear
Oh wings
That are camery
Upon this day
I would love to heal you now
In a dark winter Tokyo
In the Mahjong parlors they wait
Severed pasts sweeping through their hands
No one comes to the water way
In the hour of the all
There is notes along the way
All I wanted to see
Is that I am better
All I want to believe
Is that I am better
Round and round
All I wanted to see
Is that I am better
round and round
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You only give me what you don't want no more
Ask the questions that you don't know at all
Let's lie down for a while
You can smile
Lay your hair in the old
Old fashion
You know how it is, my friend
In the boxes of those picture frames
Hold your insides 'cause you're cold at night
Warm your heart now, 'cause you're by my side
Let's lie down for a while
You can smile
Lay your hair in the old
Old fashion
Lay your hand on me
Apple orchard
Take your time
You can settle down
Hold your breath
'Cause you're, you are nothing
Hold your hand on me
For a while
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You always come to the parties
Too bad the feathers are for the birds
All your needs
I will not let you grieve
I want your picture but not your words
You know the wanting, but there's no verse
On your own
But you can not' call it your all
We always run our heads too much
We know the reason, but such and such
On your own,
You will not let your arm go
We all look bigger together
you know if this is the devil's plan
On your own,
You can not call me your heart
Jack of all trades
Master of none
Cry all the time
Cause i'm not having fun
You always want to be forgiven
The devil looks at you and your print
All your needs
But you can not; you will not agree
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Once when I saw her there
White light, she stood so still.
Warming her eyes to the sea.
Hardly her way to be free.
Auburn and Ivory.
Heartbreak and and fairy tales.
Holding her bones by the fire.
Writing the letter she saves.
White page turns gold her lines.
Wanting her one sacrifice.
Auburn and Ivory.
Heartbreak and fairy tales.
Come to me and
I'll tell you what's wrong.
She says
I'll wait for you.
I'll wait for you.
That's when I saw her there.
White light, she stood so still.
White page turns gold her lines.
Hardly her one sacrifice.
Auburn and Ivory.
Heartbreak and fairy tales.
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Beginning of the end
of the heart was once my friend.
The nature of that place
sends a sweet smell around my head.
Oh well.
The hardest thing of all:
the heartbreak of our loss.
Hiding on the tire,
we were cast out of everywhere.
But enough.
Last time...
The last time I remember...
The last time I remember,
it was God(?).
How I want you to know
how far west we will go.
Hand in hand (?)
All our days in this love.
All my toys are dead (?)
Unravelled at the stairs.
Open, but who cares?
Why?
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Long days of wanting you here
living in fear
shedding a tear for you
Long nights of pasty face tunes
echo in rooms
filling with gloom for me
Letters so hard to mail
feeling like the wind from the sea
Now I step into the line
girl on the
in all the world than you
There's nothing lovelier, girl
in all the world than making love to you
Letters so hard to mail
feeling like the wind from the sea
Lately got to thinking that
how I long to have you here with me
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You'd do anything
Just to reach our door
But I won't be there
How does it feel
The house on the hill
You'd give anyone
Just to reach our door
And i won't be there
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1, 2, 3, 4
From our lives
The land disappears
All that is left is a heart made of tears
From her smile the golden tooth is worn
Child you're only hope has flown
Hold on to this house
All I have left is the only place I've been
It's all heart and lungs
It's not that much fun
It's hard, hard to run
It's not that much fun
It's all heart and lungs
It's all...
Heart
Heart
Heart
Heart
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