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(S. Weiland)
One time a thing occurred to me
What's real and what's for sale
Blew a kiss and tried to take it home
It Isn't you, isn't me
Search for things that you can't see
Going blind Out of reach
Somewhere in the vasoline
Two times and it has rendered me
Punch drunk and without bail
Think I'd be safer all alone
Flies in the vasoline we are
Sometimes it blows my mind
Keep getting stuck here all the time
It Isn't you, isn't me...
You'll see the look And you'll see the lies
You'll eat the lies And you will
Flies in the vasoline we are
Sometimes it blows my mind
Keep getting stuck here all the time
It Isn't you, isn't me...
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Pleased to meet you
Nice to know me
What's the message?
Will ya show me?
I've been waiting
A long time, now
Now here's the answer
You're all mine now
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl, now
Pleased to meet you
Nice to know me
What's the message?
Will ya show me?
I've been waiting
A long time, now
Now here's the answer
You're all mine now
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl, now
Will you follow me down now, down now
Will you follow me down now, down now
Will you follow me down
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl, now
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl, now
Pleased to meet you
Nice to know me
What's the message?
Will ya show me?
The way down town?
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(S. Weiland)
Can you see like a child?
Can you see what I want?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find ya
Cause I'm alive So alive now
I know the darkness blinds you
Can you see without eyes?
Can you speak without lies?
I wanna drink from your naked fountain
i can drown your sorrows
I'm gonna burn Burn you to life now
Out of the chains that bind you
Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you still alive?
Burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn your wicked garden to the ground
Can you feel pain inside?
Can you love?
Can you cry?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find ya
Cause I'm alive So Alive now
I know the darkness blinds you
Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you still alive?
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(S. Weiland)
Driving faster in my car,
Falling farther from just what we are
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill - Falling faster in my car
Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride, it leaves today no conversation
Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to wait to long to wait to long to wait to long
Too much walkin' shoes worn thin
Too much trippin' and my soul's worn thin
Time to catch a ride it leaves today
Her name is what it means
Too much walkin' shoes worn thin
Time to take her home...
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(S. Weiland / E. Kretz)
And I feel that time's a wasted go So where ya going to tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come So would you even care?
And I feel it, And I feel it
Where ya going for tomorrow Where ya going with the mask I found
And I feel, And I feel When the dogs begin to smell her - will she smell alone?
And I feel so much depends on the weather So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see that these are the eyes of disarray Would you even care?
And I feel it, And she feels it
Where ya going for tomorrow Where ya going with the mask I found
And I feel, And I feel When the dogs begin to smell her - will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
She'll find it She'll find it
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(S. Weiland)
I got a picture of a photograph
Of a wedding and a shell
It's just burning itching memory
I never kiss and tell
So turn it up and burn it
There's a hole in your head
There's a hole in your head
Where the birds can't sing along
Does anybody know how the story really goes
How the story really goes
Or do we all just hum along
Sell your soul and sign an autograph
Big bang baby, it's a crash, crash, crash
I wanna cry but I gotta laugh
Orange crush mama is a laugh, laugh, laugh
Spin me up, spin me, spin me out
Station to station send me up and out
Is this what life and love is all about
I think I think so
We used to see in color
Now it's only black and white
Yeah it's only black and white
'Cause the world is color blind
Does anybody know how the story really goes
How the story really goes
Or do we all just hum along
Sell your soul and sign an autograph
Big bang baby, it's a crash, crash, crash
I wanna cry but I gotta laugh
Orange crush mama is a laugh, laugh, laugh
Nothing's for free
Nothing's for free
T ake it away boys
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(S. Weiland / R. DeLeo)
Forward yesterday Makes me wanna stay
What they said was real Makes me wanna steal
Living under house Guess I'm living I'm a mouse
All's I gots is time Got no meaning just a rhyme
Take time with a wounded hand 'cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand 'cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand 'cause it likes to heal,
I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be (This feeling as the dawn it fades to gray)
Feeling uninspired think I'll start a fire
Everybody run Bobby's got a gun
Think you're kinda neat then she tells me I'm a creep
Friends don't mean a thing Guess I'll leave it up to me.
Take time with a wounded hand 'cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand 'Guess i like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand 'cause it likes to heal,
I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be (This feeling as the dawn it fades to gray)
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(S. Weiland)
Lady picture show she hides behind the bedroom door
Lady picture show she hides behind the bedroom wall
She hides because she don't know nothin' don't know nothin' anymore
She keeps a funny face it's locked and bagged it's just outside the door
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
Lady picture girl I think them boys don't like your show
Lady picture show them boys are gone should just say no
Your wedding present's not so daisy picture perfect anymore
Lady funny face it's locked and bagged it's just outside the door
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
Let them be
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
Lady picture show she hides behind the bedroom door
Lady picture show she hides behind the bedroom wall
She hides because she don't know nothin' don't know nothin' anymore
She keeps a funny face it's locked and bagged it's just outside the door
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
Let them be
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(S. Weiland)
Don't cut out my paper heart I ain't dyin' anyway
Take a look at eye full towers Never trust them dirty liars
Sippin' lemon yellow booze Ol' leadbelly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day Keep on trippin' anyway
I am I am I said I'm not myself I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbead motorcade
Fake the heat and scratch the itch Skinned up knees and salty lips
I'll breathe your life vicks vapor life and when you binge I purge alike
Let go it's harder holding on One more trip and I'll be gone
So keep your head up Keep it on, just a whisper I'll be gone
Take a breath and make it big It's the last you'll ever get
Break you neck with diamond noose It's the last you'll ever choose
I am I am I said I'm not myself I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer let me go Let me be just let me be
I am I am I said I'm not myself I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbead motorcade
I am I am I said I'm not myself I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer let me go Let me be just let me be
I am I am I said I'm not myself I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbead motorcade
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(S. Weiland)
Waitin' on a sunday afternoon for what I've read between the lines - Your lies
Feelin' Like a hand in rusted shame. So do you laugh or does it cry - Reply?
Leavin' On a southern train only yesterday you lied
Promises of what I seemed to be only watched the time go by
All of these things you said to me
Breathing Is the hardest thing to do with all I've said and all that's dead for you
You lied - Goodbye
Leavin' on a southern train only yesterday you lied
Promises of what I seemed to be only watched the time go by
All of these things I said to you
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(S. Weiland)
Hey you, someone said you were lost out there
In the grip, trying to strangle us all down here
In the meantime, are you ever gonna set us free
Hey you, will we ever get out of here?
Are you ever gonna surrender
do you even care
Wasn't talking about sweet submission
It wasn't even there
All in the suit that you wear
When you're looking for something
It's in the suit that you wear
when you're hiding from someone
All in the suit that you wear
When you wear it
Hey You, you keep a-walking the razor
On the edge, you cut your feet when you stand in there
In the meantime, there's always someone to set you free
Hey You, will you ever get out of there
Are you ever gonna surrender
do you even care
Wasn't talking about sweet submission
It wasn't even there
All in the suit that you wear
When you're looking for something
It's in the suit that you wear
when you're hiding from someone
All in the suit that you wear
When you wear it
In the suit that you wear
In the suit that you wear
In the suit that you wear
In the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
When you're looking for something
It's in the suit that you wear
when you're hiding from someone
All in the suit that you wear
When you wear it
All in the suit that you wear
When you wear it
All in the suit that you wear
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(S. Weiland)
I am I am I am I said I wanna get next to you
I said I wanna get close to you
You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?
I ain't I ain't I ain't A buyin' into your apathy
I'm gonna learn ya my philosophy
You wanna know about atrocity?
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know you know, you know
I am a man, a man I'll give ya something that ya won't forget
I said you shouldn't have worn that dress
I know you want what's on my mind...
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Monday, back from the dead
I'm letting it go, back for another one
Tuesday, shoot me in the head
I'm takin' it back, takin' it back
It'll take it back
Wednesday, she's looking for a friend
She'll get what she wants
Can't seem to get enough
Thursday, it's more than I can stand
I'm holding her down, holding her down
She's down again
I've gotta find a way to find her
Where could she be?
Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy
One day, left me for the dead
Woke up on the floor, time for another one
Two days, she's leavin' me again, can't take it no more
Out through the open door
Three days, she's found herself a friend
She got what she wants
Still never get enough
Four days, she's back with me again
She's pullin' me down, pullin' me down
I'm down again
I've got to find a way to find her
Where she could be?
Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy
Monday's gone
Tuesday's fadin'
Wednesday's gone
Thursday's all but wasted now
Monday, back from the dead
I'm letting it go back for another one
Tuesday, shoot me in the head
I'm taking it back, taking it back
I'll take it back
I gotta find a way to find her
Where could she be?
Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy
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She turned away, what was she looking at?
She was a sour girl the day that she met me
Hey, what are you looking at?
She was a happy girl the day that she left me
What would you do?
What would you do if I follow you?
What would you do? I follow
Don't turn away, what are you looking at?
He was so happy on the day that he met her
Say, what are you looking at?
I was a superman, the looks are deceiving
The rollercoaster ride's a lonely one
I pay the ransom note to stop it from steaming
Hey, what are you looking at?
She was a teenage girl when she met me
What would you do?
What would you do if I follow you?
What would you do? I follow
What would you do?....
The girl got reasons
They all got reasons
What would you do?....
Hey, what are you looking at?
She was a happy girl the day that she left me
The day that she left me / The day that she left me
She was a happy girl the day that she left me
The day that she left me / The day that she left me
She was a happy girl the day that she left me
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