Альбом Fun.

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Holy ghosts,
When do you come out to play?
Cause if the lord is gonna find me
He'd better start looking today

Last week my baby hit the slopes
I spent the weekend setting traps in the road
I should have been cutting out my eyelids
You'll never guess what baby did when she got home

Now at least the birds are singing to me
But what they're trying to say,
I don't know

(you're beautiful)
I think they come from the cold
(for all your big mistakes)
I think they come from the cold
(you stayed the same)
To the city that don't snow

So I drove until we both broke down
I was stranded in a border town
believing the motel T.V. would bring me to safety
but between MTV and Mr. Oreilly
I've come to find, that I cant be defined
So I turned it off, now convinced I would cross
Took one last look at the gold as it shattered on a mountain top

Now I believe the sun, its like a symphony
But what its trying to play,
I don't know

I think its come for the cold
I think its come for the cold
To the city that don't snow

So come on holy ghosts
When do you come out to play?
Cause if the lord is gonna find me
He'd better start looking today

So I can rise with the river
We all float before we sink
So pray for satellites,
Pray for courtesy,
And pray that it can climb mountains to me
I'll say goodbye to the canyons
I will set sail to the streets
Where I don't care to be forgiven
I want to be forgotten

I don't care to be forgiven
When lord I only want to be forgotten
Singing "oh oh oh na na na na"

Now I received a call from my family
And what they'd started to say
Brought me home

They think I'm beautiful
They think I'm beautiful
They think I'm beautiful

For all my big mistakes

So I call your name cross my fingers
uncross the others hesitate.
I don't think straight with nothing to prove.

I don't wanna say I'm leaving
so I'll stay until the weekend.
And you can take all your things;
the boxes and rings
and get going.

'Cause I've been waiting for...

All the pretty girls on a Saturday night.
Let it be and come to me with the look in your eyes.
Will you break and take all the words from my mouth?
I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down.

So I call you out
Just to feel a little bit better about myself
And I do baby I do
'Til their lips start to move
and their friends wanna talk music
I say "I've never heard the tune!"
But I have I just hate the band
'cause they remind me of you.

Every single night ends up the same
I don't say much at all but I bring up your name.
(Over and over and over)
I think it's striking me out.

All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
Let it be and come to me with the look in your eyes.
Will you break and take all the words from my mouth?
I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down.
But not you
you still wear boots and your hair is too long
and then this one doesn't want to admit she's fallen in love
Oh c'mon oh c'mon what's a boy to do
When all the pretty girls can't measure to you.

I don't understand your reasons
Please just stay over the weekend
You can't take all those things
They define you and me
everything we've become
You're all that I need
Please don't make me face my generation alone.

All the pretty girls on a Saturday night.
Let it be and come to me with the look in your eyes.
Will you break and take all the words from my mouth?
I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down.
But not you
I feel your faith is destroying the world
and then this one doesn't want to admit
the 80s is over and done
Oh c'mon what's a boy to do
when all the pretty girls can't measure to you

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