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Rogue Wave




Альбом Rogue Wave


Out of the Shadow (13.07.2004)
13.07.2004
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Every moment that you're here
I feel ashes on my ear
Subtle difference disappears

I used to think about you and me forever
Improper medicine for you and me together
Do you wanna shoulder this weather?
I'm inspired by the things that upset her
You're no measure

Every mormon and every saint
Let out the ashes of proof of faith
A million fallen in a million way

I used to think about you and me forever
Improper medicine for you and me together
Do you wanna do this forever?
I'm inspired by the things that upset her
Is a man a measure?

Every Moment
Every Moment
Every Moment
Etc.

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mother on a slide
sister by her side
one more pop until it blows
strangled by the scoop
with logic like a tube
one more bite until we go
are you moving along?
don't worry, it won't take long

take a restaurant
pick any one you want
one more stop until we go
self-mutilation in the nourishment nation
animals are out there 'til we go
with a wing and a prayer
talkin' about a double dare

stranger in new york
who's trimming off the pork
ancestors abundance yah we know
becoming a bone
and calling it a home
one more bite until we go
are you writing a song?
don't worry, it won't take long

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better learn how to run
before you walk, babe
i'll be with you for a while
nature's been good, oh really

follow you down the path
toward the seals, babe
the beach is broken glass
you can't have everything

please be kind and remind

I wanted to run with wolves
and the horses
while you're home on the range
just one is good for me

please be kind and remind

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The final phase,
A walk on hayes
A punchbowl argument
The swallowed flames,
The drunken dames
That looked like helium

I need this now,
Just like you told me not to
I breed this now,
Just get me off of the boat for a little while

The war it came,
With fifty men
That stretched out over their graves
Declared a war,
And killed some more
And killed some more again

I need this now,
Just like you told me not to
I feed this now,
Just get you off of my back for a little while
For a while

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Baby wants to get in the money
Oh she wants to share it with me
On Tuesdays we go walking,
Talking about another degree

You can't stop kicking the heart out
And you're a practical mess
Behind links of celebrity dropouts
You're just a shepherd, but oh well

What makes the wild wind whistle?
What makes the birdies sing?
I'm hutched down in a huddle,
Talking about another ring

But oh, you're 25 for an hour
And I'm related to it,
For hearts that don't make sense

If music is my lover
You are just a tease
You make love to a shadow
Whose face is hallow money


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ever since Mom walked out
sis and I can't get no sleep
since then Dad's brought home 13 redheads
a blond, a brunette, and a sheep
I pray to God oh can you help us,
save us from this "reverie"
shotgun westward I blew away Alice,
buried her in the deep of this

postage stamp world
you get what you want
in this postage stamp world
you can all get in line,
lick my behind
but I won't be living with you this time

there she was, a silky starlet
pressed up to the screen
captivated by social retards
she'd drink + drink + drink
lipstick would burn her eyes out
and melt upon her waist
embracing the dying nothing,
her heart would feel no pain

in this postage stamp world
you get what you want
in this postage stamp world
you can all get in line,
lick my behind
but I come in 1's not 2's this time

in this postage stamp world
you get what you want
in this postage stamp world
you can all get in line,
lick my behind
because my brain's been split open for too long
i decline

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Children walking
Under mulberry skies
The old conductor
Feeds his army of spies
I'm sewn up
And waiting on you(2x)

See you walking
With a suit and a tie
Do you tread water
Or just skim off the sides
I'm sewn up
And waiting on you (2x)

Never raised or held a hand to call her
Papa's got a brand new bag of squalor
The professor just told me
It was water under the bridge
Never got a trophy
I guess it's the language that it is
It's the cover of the paper
It's just the nature of the biz

Picked some wingtips
From the old lost and found
New world disorder
In a stereo sound
I'm sewn up
And waiting on you

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no one can do the things you do
no one round here
robot hand industrious voodoo
another window shade
see people being undivided
you open your window pane
let into your little garden

you're the seed and I am the planter
just you and I
roll through poppies and oleander
another window shade
see people being undivided
you open your window pain
let into your little garden

no one is broken
no one I see
but when the falcon settles
then I know I'm right

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I don't mind if you treat me badly
I don't mind if you've got no love to give
I don't mind
Just say what's on your mind

You will find that the road just gets harder
Signed dotted lines will cling to you like a tax
Love is blind
When words are hard to find

I'll be lonelier tomorrow
I know it's got to be you
I've bitten off all my nails
I know it's got to be you

Do you want to wait
For six years of your life to pass by?

All the magazines are Hustler
And all the melodies sound the same
If I let this disc go by,
Then I'll be a monk

And nothing else matters...

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these metal heads
the market research
they're so fond of that
those beady eyes
the velvet tea cups
the arms on the maps

I'll never know just what I'm doing
I'll never know what is it
I never know what is wrong with you, you know
it feels so bad

the foreign films
the skin and matter
the thoughts on the shelf
the level head
the endless shovel
the fat on the lap

I'll never know just what I'm doing
I'll never know what is it
I never know what is wrong with you,
you know it feels so bad

You know it feel so bad
yet it seems so right
you point out every mistake and complain every night

I'll never know just what I'm screwing
I'll never know what is it
I never know what is wrong with you, you know
it feels so bad

You know it feel so bad
yet it seems so right
you point out every mistake and complain every night

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some bed of roses I have given you
some bed of roses I have given you
you don't stand up

some bed of nails I have given you
everybody's been there, I just live there too
you don't stand up

completely normal
well I guess

I want to be on the right end

well I know if I leave here tomorrow
I know I won't be just fine

completely morbid
i'm a guest

I want to be on the right end
answer my dying wish

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I was out drinking
at lucky 13
water in my halo
was filling with steam
everything was perfect,
you know what I do
drunk on the phone,
blanket of bones
the pillowcase is my only friend
everything was perfect
'til you came along

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