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well, I stood beside the rain today
and twisted out my shirt
and she's a cooly you could say
when she gets down in the dirt
she puffs her pillow up so high
it's like she's hanging in the sky
she claims it was a crazy guy
who taught her how to hurt
yeah kept her so alert
I felt so under sideways down
when she showed me all her prints
I could not help but feel confused
when she threw that heavy hint
oh she pulled out all her magazines
she spread them out like chocolate dreams
her eyes were shooting dagger beams
she changed into her silk
I stood there drinking milk
well I could leave or stay
makes no difference either way
she said don't listen to her words
as if they were all dead
she said she never made decisions
but the last thing that she said
just before she turned the bed
she said well I could leave or stay
makes no difference either way
o.k.
well I could leave or stay
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Why don't you dream anymore
What's in the way
How come you point to the door
And ask me to stay
Why don't you flash that smile
Like you used to do
Why don't you stay for awhile
It's up to you
You are the girl
That keeps me up at night
You are the girl
That makes me feel allright
You are the girl
You give me a twirl
You are the girl
In my dreams
Why don't we talk anymore
What did i say
How is it what i came for
Is floating away
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They got a line on you,
little bit of trouble too,
You got, some jets inside,
Cherry lips, and delirious eyes.
You get in trouble,
and it keeps you down,
Double trouble.
You get in trouble,
And you come to town,
Double trouble,
oh yea
They better chain your hands,
and you, spread some evil,
pick and pan.
Hey, You sure got,
some jets inside,
But you got a little,
with those empty eyes
You get in trouble,
And it keeps you down,
Double trouble,
You get in trouble
And you come to town,
Double Trouble,
Oh yea
You've got (got),
some jets inside,
Baby, Broken promises,
broken pride
You get in trouble
and it keeps you down,
Double trouble.
You get in trouble,
and you come to town,
double trouble,
Oh yeah,
You got some trouble,
(double trouble)
and it keeps you down,
double trouble,
You get in trouble,
and you come to town
Double trouble,
That double trouble,
oh yeah.
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How would I know about your life
How about a long night
How do you follow the sun
How do you stay under the thumb
There's a fine line between us
Such a fine, fine line
There's a fine line between us
And it's always on my mind
What can you say to make me realize
The full moon in your eyes
You probably know now that you're waking up
You still feel shaken up
There's a fine line between us
All the way
There's a fine line between us
Can't waste another day
They take you in their arms and whisper
What you want to hear don't you fall
They show you all their charms and whisper
Don't you shed a tear don't you fall
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they can't stop you in the night
twirling wildly in the light
but i know honey it won't take long
feels like it's one on one on one
there must have been a dream in you
stick and fall and follow through
but i know honey it won't take long
feels like it's much too strong too strong
but then you tell me that you can't go on
and you think you're losing sight
don't you worry
you can't go wrong inside
everything you say
leaves me full of shine
everything you say
crosses up my mind
that's everything you say
you could twist a little while
lie there fallin for a smile
but i know honey you won't give in
feels like when you begin you're in
then you tell me that you can't resist
something happens that you like
you want to know
that you've been kissed goodnight
when you know it's not for real
i know honey for one long time
it feels like you're endlessly entwined
but i know it's what you did
you can't be in a broken binge
take my heart is only tin
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hot sun in the city
the symphony is clear
the girls are so pretty
post card souvenir
i feel it coming on
hot sun in the city
i feel it coming on
the joints are still ripping
all faces aglow
the hearts are still skipping
ta ta wayo wayo
i feel it coming on
hot sun in the city
i feel it coming on
the transistor beaches
hot tan on white sand
the motel with peaches
it's getting out of hand
i feel it coming on
hot sun in the city
i feel it coming on
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well you took me for a ride
you beat me to the gun
and from the other side
well you came undone
but when you tell me to
I want to give in
just like you want me to
oh oh I'm fallin' through
oh you better strap me in
all night long
you got to strap me in
all night long
got to strap me in
all night long
all all all night long
well you took me by the way
and you showed me what is fun
just like a ricochet
uh back you come
and when you tell me to
I want to give it
just like you want me to
oh oh I'm falling through
uh you better strap me in
all night long
you better strap me in
all night long
you better strap me in
all night long
all all all night long
all night then [?]
uh
well you took me for a ride
uh you beat me to the gun
and from the other side
oh well you came undone
and when you tell me to
I want to give in
just like you want me to
oh oh I'm fallin' through
oh better strap me in
all night long
you better strap me in
all night long
strap me in
all night long
all all
well you better strap me in
strap me in
strap me in
all night long
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how could they leave you standing
holding on to the air
never a hope of landing
didn't they know you cared
you're finding out
it's never quite like it seems
you're finding out
it's never quite like it dreams
didn't you get connected
when things were still upside down
feeling somewhat neglected
turning the tide around
it keeps coming up you again
you're never to hard to find
it keeps coming up you again
they're taking up all your time
it keeps coming up you
coming up you again
however you want to take it
with streamers of violet
if only you could forsake it
it stifles your etiquette
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took me long enough to find you
took me long enough to get you there
sometimes i feel like the sunshine lost
and i look for the crumbs you toss
took me long enough to get past your eyes
took me long enough to tranquilize
when you'd be laughing inside the storm
i can still feel your mouth so warm
you'll be back when you need someone
you'll pretend it was just for fun
i'm so wound up on you
i'm so wound up on you
i'm so wound up on you
and i'm easy when you need me
took me long enough to get over
took me long enough to figure out
you never meant to stay around
you never meant to be losing ground
here she comes with that tip toe walk
and she's ready just to have a talk
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well I think of you when I fantasize
the best I ever had
and I think of you when I'm drivin'
myself completely mad
(why don't we go)
why don't we go away?
(why don't we go)
why don't we go away?
walkin' on the footbridge
high above the clouds
listenin' to your yesterday
didn't make a sound
dazzled by your sweet lips
touchin' on me
here comes trouble
can't you see?
(why don't we go)
(why don't we go)
why don't we go away?
(why don't we go)
(why don't we go)
why don't we go away?
well I think of you when I dramatize
the things we never did
and I think of you when I'm flyin'
or when I'm feelin' just like a kid
(why don't we go)
(why don't we go)
why don't we go away?
(why don't we go)
(why don't we go)
why don't we go away?
(why don't we go)
(why don't we go)
why don't we go away?
(why don't we go)
(why don't we go)
why don't we go away?
(why don't we go away?)
(why don't we go away?)
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All us angels wearing studs
Plastic mouth melts in the sun
Running colors everyone
Were all in prison having fun
Perfect pictures hang around
Delusions swing you up and down
Falling out windows climbing up trees
Illusions of tranquility
Locks and chains
Gonna blow your brains out
Locks and chains
Never felt like a dream like you before
Even knocking door to door
Herds of people choosing arms
Keeps us all in mass alarm
Murder movies make your day
Living in the USA
Cracked up people on the edge
Got no heroes got no bread
Get the jitters get the shakes
Heading for the final take
Locks and chains
Can't feel no more
Never felt a dream like you before
Even knocking door to door
Living in a dream is all the same
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