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We blew the doors didn't we?
Pissed in their champagne
And did a real thing didn't we?
Gave ourselves a name
And peeled away the shame
I wanted to explode
To pull my ribs apart
And let the sun inside
Red stain blossoms
And all you have is kisses
And when the sunshine
Throwin' me a lifeline
Finds it's way into my room
All I need is you
We called that love
All you have is kisses
And all I need is you
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All the fallen angels
Roostin' in this place
Count back the weeks on worried fingers
Virgin mother whats'erface
Chorus
You don't need to sleep alone
You bring the house down
Choose your favourite shoes
And keep your blues on cruise control
All the gelded mongrel
Bear their teeth for you
Drag your feathers 'cross the dancefloor
Throw your shapes electric blue
Don't fall to pieces on me
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Lost in a lullaby
Side of the road
Melt in a memory
Slide in a solitude
Not 'til I can read by the moon
Am I going anywhere
Not 'til I can read by the moon
Chorus
I blow you a kiss
It should reach you tomorrow
As it flies from the other side of the world
From my room in my fugitive motel
Somewhere in the dust bowl
It flies from the other side of the world
'I'm tired' I said
'You always look tired' she said
'I'm admired' I said
'You always look tired' she said
Not 'til I can read by the moon
Am I going anywhere
Not 'til I can read by the moon
Curtains stay closed
But everyone knows
You hear through the walls in this place
Cigarette holes for every lost soul
To give up the ghost in this place
Give me strength
Give me wings
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Stuff was started
Things had ends
Stuff regarding all my friends
Some were married
All were fine
These are good friends these are mine
Chorus
I got deep warm drunk
And I lost my words
And it does not hurt
And that moon is…
Absurd
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Last of the men in hats hops off the coil
And a final scene unfolds inside
Deep in the rain of sparks behind his brow
Is a part replayed from a perfect day
Teaching her how to whistle like a boy
Love's first blush
Chorus
Is this making sense?
What am I trying to say?
Early evening June
This room and a radio play
This I need to save
I choose my final thoughts today
Switching off with you
All the clocks give in
And the traffic fades
And the insects like a neon choir
The instant fizz
Connection made
And the curtains sigh
In time
With you
Chorus 2
You, the only sense the world has ever made
Early evening June
This room and radio play
This I need to save
I choose my final scene today
Switching off
Ran to ground for a while there
But I came off pretty well
Chorus 3
You, the only sense the world has ever made
This I need to save
A simple trinket locked away
I choose my final scene today
Switching off with you
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Pull the final splinters
Of missing picture winters
You have to give yourself a break
What's the fascination
With lovers at the station
You have to tear yourself away
Chorus
The dream again nobody understands
Walking through the long grass on your hands
It's not a job to do today
Sleep it off
Words to make her stay: you said
Leave me and the plants die
A panic smile across your face
Corrugated browline
The hissing bitter punchline
Call when you can tie your lace
You rule my world my brother
You rule my world compare
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Don't put this note by your face on the pillow
Don't put this letter in the pocket near your heart
Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex tools
I pray you always need them
Chorus
I know what you have done
Throwing advice like grenades at the table
You're spinning your wisdom in stories that change
Your lies are fluorescent my babyfaced angel
Grow a fucking heart love
Chorus
I know what you have done
I've got your number
You've got my number
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Al had the guile and the sideways smile
Bad boy and god
Beck knew how to push a boy to blush
Known as The Fox
Tom came out in June to a crowded room
No one was shocked
Ed had the hair, the shoes and the blues
Got me arrested once
Chorus
'Will I ever get this song off my lips' is what you said
We were at each other's buttons and zips
In the blossom shed
Joe wanted to go before he could
Joe's doing good
Cath was my all and every day
She married in May
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It's crawling with idiot
I'm itching to leave
I'm soft with fatigue I need something
I've never seen anything quite like you
In here
Chorus
Come on it's not serious
I just need arms tonight
You're blue collar pride
And you're loose cotton cool
You're wilting a little
Nothing grows down here
Chrome
Smoke
Heat
Me and you
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Grace under pressure
Cooling palm across my brow
Eyes of an angel
Lay me down
We still believe in love so fuck you
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Flying dream 143
I stretched out my arms
And my feet left the floor
And how all fifteen (ahem) stone flew to you
I don't know
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