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Lucero (band)




Альбом Lucero (band)



26.09.2006
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I gave you everything I stole
And you stole your heart away from me
A pair of thieves and don't you know
That's the way that we will always be

You used to love me
Running wild and sleeping with the thieves
C'mon baby, what else would you have me be?

And I'd take you out at night
Buy you cigarettes and whiskey drinks
Always end up in some fight
Ain't that the way good love has gotta be?

You used to love me
A drunkard running wild out in the streets
C'mon baby, what else would you have me be?

C'mon baby won't you dance
Make good use out of these drunken feet
And I won't mention that other man
Don't you whisper no girls names to me

You used to love me
Running wild and sleeping with the thieves
C'mon baby, what else would you have me be?


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I don't wanna be the one who misses you at night
I don't wanna be the one who's always left behind
I don't wanna be the one who's getting in your way
I don't wanna be the one who loses everything

When I wake up I just wonder where you are
And late at night I been taking it way too far
It's too much to take I can't be the one

I don't wanna be the one to walk this endless street
I don't wanna be the one who's got nowhere else to be
I don't wanna be the one that wants you so damn much
I don't wanna be the one that's running outta luck


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First time I saw it half asleep and broken hearted
They strapped half stacks to roof racks and drove to the parties
Nothing like home with the cold summer nights
They played songs for the girls and they drank till daylight

Sunk my heart at the bottom of the bay
Gonna wash up on the black rocks one day
Like unlucky sailors just swept out to sea
I think all the girls I've loved walked through your streets
But the waves and the fog always took 'em from me

The Oakland apartments with the bars underneath 'em
The girlfriends and sweethearts and the bay in between 'em
I buried my heart at the bottom of the hill
If the girlfriends don't get you the sweethearts sure will

Only nineteen, so easy to forget
Do you wake up every morning and thank god for those legs
North to Santa Rosa and south to Santa Cruz
The Humboldt House, The Boardwalk, and the homemade tattoos


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Jenny lights her cigarette
Wonders how she got in this mess
Saturday night - wrong side of town

C'mon babe don't look so sad
You know it ain't half that bad
Just set 'em up, and knock 'em down

C'mon babe if you don't say goodbye
I can get us outta here tonight
Come on, along, come on
Along, come on, along

Long legs use 'em and run
Blue eyes that blind like the sun
I might not be the one
But that's alright
I can get us outta here tonight

Don't look back don't hesitate
Car's outside and we can't wait
Sunday morning is coming down

I can take you away from this
You got your life, he's got his
Just set 'em up, and knock 'em down


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You were mine, nineteen seventy nine, just skin and bones
Your favorite dress, motorcycle boots, raised on Rock & Roll
Now don't, don't give up on me, not quite yet
Leaving me, with only letters that, I said I never kept

Nights, nights so long, they can kill a man
Years, years so fast, it's all the same
Now why, don't you leave, another day

Tell me why, just why, you have to go
Cause I'm, I'm no good, out here on my own


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Five sisters and she's the one
More beauty than the setting sun
But she was much more than she showed
Something her form could not hold

She'd dance and flirt with all the boys
But all her beauty she would sooner destroy

The anchor of a soul cut loose to drift
The anchor of a soul cut loose to drift
The diffrence what was and what is
I ain't exactly sure
Think how young our fathers were

Indian and Irish blood
Long dark hair and an angels touch
A beauty no man could control
And somrthing her form could not hold

Think how young our fathers were
And that same night sky
Offers no answers why
Think how young our fathers were


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Her daddy lost most everything
On horses, whiskey, and wedding rings
A little work and luck my friend
I'm gonna buy that mountain back again

California to Tennessee
Fortune has not yet found me
Empty hands and leather skin
Won't buy that mountain back again

Endless nights, Longer roads
None of which have yet led home
C'mon darlin keep your promise true
Another drink, Another job
And then it's home to you my love
Gonna buy that mountain back for you
Back for you...
Cause if I don't you're an awful lot to lose

When my home again I see
Gonna buy that mountain for you and me
Uphill I'll make the rivers climb
You can swim with the stars in the fading light
Sleep by the river on that mountain high

Endless nights, Longer roads
None of which have yet led home
C'mon darlin keep your promise true
Another drink, Another job
Then it's home to you my love
Gonna buy that mountain back for you
Back for you...
Cause if I don't it's an awful lot
If I don't it's an awful lot
If I don't you're an awful lot to lose

Gonna buy that mountain back for you
Work these roads until I do


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The rain'll wash away the piss and blood
But the water's not enough
To wash away the things that I've done

So I just keep on moving all the same
The mountains they ain't far
And up there they don't know my name

Sing me no hymns
When I get home
Leave them with god
Leave me alone

I will do as I feel need be done
To pay back what I owe
For all the blood and all the lost ones

Until I feel the proper time has come
Leave me be and let me drink
I need none of your good intentions


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You're gonna sink wearing that heart of gold
You're holding fast son you better let it go
The weight of guilt son's gonna drag you down
You better let it go else you're gonna drown
A heavy cross'll make a brighter crown
You carried the burden now just set it down
The weight of guilt and a tired soul
Too great a weight to carry on your own

If you can't bear no crosses you can't wear no crown


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Running down a busy street
She was drunk when she kissed me
I know better than to be
Falling in love so easily

She's just that kind of girl
That kind of girl

I think one day she'll be my wife
I think I asked a hundred times
Asked the first night that we met
A hundred and one and she'll say yes

She's just that kind of girl
That kind of girl

You can't wait around
You can't wait around
I'll come clean
I want you to wait for me

We'll just have to wait and see
About the things between her and me
I know better than to be
Falling for her kisses in the street


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So young and so hungry
So unqualified
Don't want the jobs anyway
No settled life

To get outta here
Two options one chance
You joined the army
I started a band

We'll meet at the bar
We'll buy us a round
We'll toast that we're back home
We'll toast this damn town

Annie's still working
Behind the bar
You can buy her a drink
I'll sleep in the car
Let's go

It's on the way back home
We'll be there soon

One of two choices
I guess i've made mine
I drink in a diffrent town
Nearly every night

And now you don't drink
For months at a time
I owe you a couple of rounds
We're back home tonight

We'll meet at the bar
We'll drink to old times
We'll toast that we're back home
And those left behind

Annie's still working
Behind the bar
You can buy her a drink
And I'll sleep in the car
Let's go

It's on the way back home tonight


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She's crying herself to sleep every night
âЂ?til her eyes shut and find better times
She wakes when she dreams
Sleeps when she wakes

Now sleep my sweet girl
And dream of better days

Nothing it seems went according to plan
Who are we kidding, there was never a plan
We followed our instincts
In the worst kind of ways

Now sleep my sweet girl
And dream of better days

She sits at the bar, she smiles and she drinks
She talks the whole night
Never says what she means
She'll fight when she's drunk
We stay outta the way

Now sleep my sweet girl
And dream of better days

She wears a sorrow beauty can't hide
I pray she sheds it and sleep the whole night
She wakes when she dreams
Sleeps when she wakes

Now sleep my sweet girl
And dream of better days


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