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All the people under broken homes
Don't wanna fight no more
All the people nursing shattered bones
Don't wanna fight no more
But there's no profit in peace
So we've gotta fight some more
And all these who are in foreign lands
Don't wanna fight no more
And all those who've lost their feet or hands
Don't wanna fight no more
But there's no profit in peace boys
We gotta fight some more
Hey we don't wanna fight no more
Hey, Hey, Hey, We don't wanna fight no more
But theres' no profit in peace
So we gotta fight some more
And all those just trying to play their part
Don't wanna fight no more
And all those who own a human heart
Don't wanna fight no more
But there's no profit in what you want
So we must fight some more
And all those who got an axe to grind
Don't wanna fight no more
And all those who got their burning lives
Don't wanna fight no more
But there's no profit in ever being right
So we must fight some more
Chorus
And all the people under broken homes
Don't wanna fight no more
All the people never going home
Don't wanna fight no more
But there is profit in the land you own
So we must fight some more
And all those who got a tired face
Don't wanna fight no more
And all those who are lost without a trace
Don't wanna fight no more
But there is profit in the love of hate
So we must fight some more
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I am the news and I'll say no more
I am the stranger at your door
I am the the deep beneath the sea
The threat of flood tide rising
I am the banks bearing refugees
Always a cause not solution
A constant fear or a fleeting joy
Your only friend who needs using
I am the news and I'm in your face
And I'll take my profit from your faith
I am the the face beneath the face
The catalyst of explosions
I am the crop bearing crippled genes
I am an inside connection
A constant friend on a changing screen
Your history and direction
Radio, radio
I'll turn you on again
You're the truth
You're a soothe
Be the blues
Be my best friend
Don't give us the truth
I need the news again
I am the news and I'm every spin
I am what is and what's not in
I am the trump card, I'm the ace
I am the news and I'm in your face
I am the ocean's biggest roar
I am the smallest twist of fate
I am the ending of a play
I am the opening curtain
I am the crop bearing crippled genes
I am an inside connection
A constant friend on a changing screen
Your history and direction
Radio, radio
I'll turn you on again
You're the truth
You're a soothe
Be the blues
Be my best friend
Don't give us the truth
I need the news again
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If anyone rises at 6.31
and fakes all day that
they're having their fun
havinthey never did get it right
since they got it so low
To anyone drinking the morning away
the afternoon will prove a mistake
they never will get it right
since we got it so low
And we laugh and we drink
and we teach ourselves not to think
we never did get it right
since we got it so low
To all of the faces that
freeze for you there
in your memory when you try not to care
they never disappear down the slow road
For all of those people
who bleed by the side
and split from their tongues
and sharpen their knives
they never will get a life now
they've got it so low
And we laugh and we drink
and we teach ourselves not to think
we never did get it right
since we got it so low
Cornfields and pig-tails and
fish in the stream
the night when the boys stole
a billion dollar dream
from the high jinx school
for girls down the road
Stories and smoke trails
and some may be true
you're listening to me
but im talking to you
i hope you never fall from grace
if you get it so low
And we laugh and we drink
and we teach ourselves not to think
we never did get it right
since we got it so low
And we laugh and we drink
and we find it hard not to think
we never did get it right
since we got it so low
never did get it right
since we got it so low
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Emily chambers would make it pay
Everyone knew she’d turn out that way
She turned her back and she’ll be okay
But she’s not okay at all
Every night with the radio on
Emily fears that the day won’t come
The moon is there to do her harm
She’s not all right at all
Don’t get arrested
Don’t buy a machine gun
You’re on the run
And you’re not on the scene
You’re not so cool
And you’re not a jerk
You may be a villain
But no patty hearst
You’re emily chambers
And what’s worse
Is a whipping wind
And a box in a hearse
And a trigger in your head
And a pen in your hand
And the pain in the verse
And the flat drying land
And the thin of the air
And a pain that hurts
You’re emily chambers in the universe
*Repeat first verse*
Every night with the lamplight on
Emily fears that the day has gone
The moon is there to do her harm
She’s not all right at all
*Repeat chorus*
Emily chambers would make it pay
Everyone knew she’d turn out that way...
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It's warm outside
But I can hear the snow
Falling on my window
I had to go away
To somewhere deeper down
I know it's my mistake
To take off out of this town
And June becomes July
This road's on fire
And my train's running slow
It rains against my window
I had to get away
To somewhere no-one knows
I know it's my mistake
To take off now in this way
And June becomes July
The air is thin
When you're above the clouds
I see them from my window
It's strange to get away now
To somewhere no-one goes
I know it's my mistake
But I don't even know now
And June becomes July
And June becomes July
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We're gonna take it step by step
Little by little, that's all
And a though it may be a long time
If you and I'm strong, that's all
Winter froze us like a blue Monday
So you and I we battened our defences overnight
Come the spring and I'll be on the road then
I just hope that you'll have got a hold on feeling all right
We're gonna take it step by step
Little by little, that's all
And a though it may be a long time
If you and I'm strong, that's all
You and I should sail out on the water
And you and I should do just what we ought to
Some time soon
Come the autumn we'll be getting home by
The light is thin that I'll be holding you by
Not too soon
We're gonna take it step by step
Winter chills us like a bloody Sunday
But you and I have loosened our defences overnight
Come the spring and I'll be don't know where then
But I know that you'll have had a load of feeling all right
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You're a southern man
You're a northern soul
You're a west-ender
You got eastern soul
But you're no-one at all
You're a rich man
You're a poor man
You're a this man
Then you're that man
But you're no-one at all
You're a liar
You're a winner
And expert and a beginner
But you're no-one at all
When the wind blows
That's when you know
That your nose grows
And your face shows
That you're no-one at all
You're a hard rock
With your own space
You're a disgrace
But you've got your grace
But you're no-one at all
You're a hard space
But you get things done
If the day is lost
Then the night is won
But you're no-one at all
You're a loner and
You're an only one
You're a red man
Then you're a blue man
But you're no-one at all
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Mother and Stan don't blame yourself for Rose
She was out there playing in the road
Better to let her know not to forget
All that schooling goes right through their heads
They take back all
When you give them loving
Fall you to your knees
Then give back nothing
But looking through love
You know there's something... so real
Father and Son you're in this one so deep
I could always lull myself to sleep
But I will cry to let you always know
All my life I need your time to grow
They take back all
And you give them loving
Fall you to your knees
Then give back nothing
But looking through love
You know there's something
Looking through love
You know there's something... so real
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Straighten your collar and smile
'Cause you've never been lazy
'Cause you in a style
Call the shots every day
Soul Driver
Don't hurry
It's my timing
It's not your worry
And I'm taking my time
And laying my roots
Since I've been so far away
You're such a practical man
You work so hard for your living
You make me understand
That it's all in the giving
Soul Driver
Don't hurry
It's my timing
It's not your worry
And I'm taking my time
And laying my roots
Since I've been so far away
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Jane she got excavated
By a trader dealing in old lines
Then she got a paper
From a mailer telling her more lies
Chorus (sing first half on first chorus):
So here we go
Down an endless road where we know
Nothing good here will ever grow
We're wasting our own time
And better know
Everyday life will carry on
Everyday when you're not so strong
You're wasting your own time
Says she knows more than she lets on
That's how she gets on when she is outside
When the wind comes on harder
She needs a shelter of their warm lies
Repeat chorus
She was taken last Sunday
To a safe place dealing in this line
Then she got her papers
From a faceless who won't tell her one more time
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You are the one you makes a difference
But I am the one who makes the waves
All down the line this makes us different
So all our dreams may stay awake
You know sometimes things get so strange
And all we do may go astray
Wrapped in your youth these things won't harm you
And they don't hit you like a train
Say, won't you see her
I heard she's waiting at your door
Oh I hope you won't keep near her
I know she's bound to want it all
She's uncommon, she has one face
And her heart beats to your tune
When she speaks, she speaks of only your name
Then she repeats it like a fool
Hey you can't say you don't want her
You know you let her through your wall
Oh I hope you don't keep near her
I know she's bound to want it all
You are the one you makes a difference
But I am the one who makes the waves
All down the line this makes us different
So all our dreams may stay awake
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I'm going away to see my own
And tread my earth
I've got no ordinary gain
By to set my worth
I get enough but I get too late
And if I fall down on the road
Then I won't get grazed
I cannot let you take my time
Or till my earth
You've had enough of life to see
That it shakes my nerve
All of these things I can't get straight
And if I'm falling to the road
Then I won't get grazed
I've had two of them or three
And I just get hurt
I watch me crawling down the road
Trying to guess my worth
I know not what I'm trying to say
But if I'm falling on this road
Then I won't get grazed
I watch you running down the road
So I get mine worked out
But you watch me falling on the run
And you have me called out
All of these things they get so strange
Just kill me falling on the road
But I won't get grazed
Just kill me falling on the road
But I won't get grazed...
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