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Kiss Your Face
03:27
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I want to get in your fuse,
I want to become your muse,
I want to send you to space,
I want to kiss your face.
Send babies home to their mom,
Send soldiers home with no harm,
Send lovers back to their nest,
Come back babe I won't protest.
The day is gone before long,
You said you know right from wrong.
You've come to the right place,
Because now I'm going to kiss your face.
I’m all alone, come on baby do me no harm.
You took it away, come on babe let’s go and play.
Temptation took you away,
Flirtation taught you to play,
Seduction taught me no haste
And now I slowly kiss your face.
The times we had will not die,
The lies you told me fly high.
The day that you fell from grace,
Was when I wanted to kiss your face.
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Boulevard
03:08
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I have my rent, I have my blood, I have my life all in the mud.
I have a face, it's a disgrace, I have apocalyptic taste.
I have a wheel but have no car, I can run but not too far.
I go to work, I go on strike, I ride around my beat up bike.
I have a face, I have a lover, but I've been dreaming of another
Who'll forget me for the other, so why bother.
Every other day my stomach's all tied up in knots,
I told you I can't connect the dots,
I'm a loser, I'm a user, I'm a chronic time abuser.
So take me up and down the boulevard, parade me for five houndred yards.
It's not a mystery as far as I can see, you're coming on so hard
There's something very wrong with who you used to be.
It's the end of an era and the weak are getting weaker.
You got spoiled by your friends who drive around Mercedes-Benz.
You come alone, and leave together, your soul's as heavy as a feather.
There's nothing wrong with discontent, if it leads you to repent.
Your voice is sounding far away and I can't hear a word you say.
I'm never coming back, I stabbed you in the back.
My stomach’s all tied up in knots, I told you I can't connect the dots.
I’m a loser, I’m a user, I’m a chronic time abuser.
So take me up and down the boulevard, parade me for five houndred yards.
It's not a mystery as far as I can see, you're coming on so hard
There's something very wrong with who you used to be.
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Ice Machine
02:28
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Whiplash, she's your exodus, don't let the owls hold you down.
Side vision, in my frontal lobe, I'll be the mayor of somewhere don't let my feathers pull you down.
Hopscotch, imagination, takes you back to when you're ten.
There's a sweet spot in every calculation, I'll tell you if who and how, if you tell me where and when.
I want an ice machine with my Coca-Cola, I want you dirty clean when you come on get up closer.
Flashback, unforgettable, it's another big bang.
Cool runnings, take one for the team, I'll let the dead dogs lie so you're gun can go bang bang.
Limelight, a fairytale, about a boy and a man.
Kinky boy, the X team, I'll tell you all my secrets if you tell me all your plans.
I want an ice machine with my Coca-Cola, I want you dirty clean when you come on get up closer.
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Duplicate
03:52
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Can you duplicate me, someone else instead of me?
Who can live, kill the pain, go to sleep, dive in deep,
Shoot the gun, have the fun, rearrange, make a change and begin.
Can you duplicate me, someone else instead of me?
Takes the risk, jumps up high, plays the game, fights all day,
Gives and takes, makes mistakes, calls the shots, smokes the pot and refrains.
Can you duplicate me, someone else instead of me?
Makes up lies, makes amends, makes a plan just to fail.
Who can kill and then take, who can give and then fake, just to fail.
Can you duplicate me, someone else instead of me?
Who will toss and will turn and will grow and distort,
Who will eat, try to change, then undress and conceive and abort.
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5. |
Telephone Line
02:41
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I take away what you carve, I stuff my face out you starve.
I slip away slip away slip away, I leave a trail of my charm.
Your gain is nobody's waste, you come and make a big face.
I count away count away count away, I count the suckers that chase.
Nobody knows when I feel the way I do.
I took a little from the best that we had, just to feel the way I do.
I got the lead you got boot, I gave you my best salute.
I sail away sail away sail away, I sail away from the loot.
Nobody knows when I feel the way I do.
I took a little from the best that we had, just to feel the way I do.
You're wasting all of my time, you take away peace of mind.
You suck away suck away suck away, get off the telephone line.
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6. |
A Thousand Times
03:28
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I grow up thousand times,
I throw up thousand times,
I jump ship a thousand times,
I was born a thousand times.
Young men won't bring me down,
Lost sailors hear my sound,
Put your ear to the ground, hear it!
You were a beggar, now you’re crowned, sing it!
I crossed the river, reached the shore,
Can't get enough, now I'm back for more,
Can't sing enough, baby I'm the encore,
Put your weapon on the ground this ain't my war.
I grow up a thousand times,
I get beat up a thousand times,
Crack a whip a thousand times,
I was born a thousand times.
Young men won't bring me down,
Lost sailors hear my sound,
Put your ear to the ground, hear it!
You were a beggar, now you’re crowned, sing it!
I crossed the river, reached the shore,
Can't get enough, now I'm back for more,
Can't sing enough, baby I'm the encore,
Put your weapon on the ground this ain't my war.
Flowers in the desert bloom, what a rare perfume,
When they just have room, you can rest assured,
When the strange obscure’s knocking at your door.
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7. |
Old & New
02:27
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The new and the old and the old and the new,
Rolling through time, like a worn out shoe.
Mother tell me how we came to be this way?
With a chip on our shoulder and a heavy price to pay.
The snake and the girl and the girl and the snake,
It’s a little for a lot, when they give but mostly take.
Sister tell me how we came to be this way?
With our mouths sewn shut at the end of every day.
The priest and the boy and the boy and the priest,
Don’t always meet at the celebration feast.
Father tell me how we came to be this way?
When you’re dressed for success but aint allowed to be gay.
The black and the white and the white and the black,
Tumbling through time from the castle to the shack.
Brother tell me how we came to be this way?
Emancipate our minds and the shackles go away.
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8. |
Cheap Thrill
03:04
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Cheap thrill, this is ill.
Get the beat up, slide down the hill.
Sweet nothings in my ear, will you escape all that you fear?
Climb the mountain, there is no mountain.
Swim the stream, there is no stream.
Take flight, fall and fight, curb the light, there is no beam.
Scream back from another place, another planet, another race.
What goes up will come down, you can cover your face but it won't make a sound.
Hang low, get on the move, all the people in the hood want to get on that groove.
Emancipation, detoxation, are you ready for the seventh dimension?
Cover your ears, cover your mouth, cover your face, are you standing in one place?
You're late for the show the horn's about to blow, is there something here that you just can't face?
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9. |
Waiting
04:07
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When push comes to shove,
When hurt to comes to love,
When hunger makes you starve,
You'll be waiting for me.
When right comes to wrong,
When I hear you sing my song,
When poison’s dipped in honey,
You'll be waiting for me.
And if you miss the pain,
If you miss the bed we lay in,
If all odds turn to gain ,
You'll be waiting for me.
When the passion pit is lit,
When the fire's burned to bits,
When the cinders whisper nightly,
You'll be waiting for me.
And if you lose the bet,
If your feelings can't be met,
If your heart’s full of regret,
You'll be waiting for me.
When the perjurers unfold,
When your lies remain untold,
When your shit don't turn to gold,
You'll be waiting for me.
When the water’s running high,
When emotion’s running dry,
When the cinders turn to dust,
I'll be the only one you trust.
And if you miss the pain,
If you miss the bed we lay in,
If all odds turn to gain,
You'll be waiting for me.
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10. |
See The Lie
08:02
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Turn your head look at me, see the light see the light.
Strip me down turn your key, open up open up.
Take me back, look me straight in the eye, in the eye.
Please your god, worship well, see the lie see the lie see the lie.
Turn me in, throw the blame in your face, in your face.
Love the sun love the earth, kiss the light kiss the light.
Turn your face, take me back to the love, to the love.
To the love to the night, do me slow take me out,
Show me what you’re all about, take me to the final fight.
Set me straight to the track, lead me low bring me back.
Read my lips read my palms, read my face in my arms
Is the sun burning up, blinding me sucking up
All the light from inside, shut it up shut it up take my side take my side.
Follow me and abide, take me to the final ride.
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