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You were sitting by the window smoking a cigarette
Listening while the radio played
You turned and said no one ever claimed they're
Under worked and over paid
Slid your chair out from the table
Disappeared without a sight
Thought that I knew the future but that fortune teller lied
Now tonight I'm stood here in the cold moonlight
With my headaches and my coat wrapped tight
All my blessings show up in disguise
Alright, alright
Woke up in the dark and stared up at the ceiling
In my shoes and old black coat
Like a poet out of feeling
Or a comic out of jokes
And I took all of those bad nights and I planted them with my fears
And before I'd even noticed those bad nights had grown to years
Now tonight I'm stood here in the cold moonlight
With my headaches and my coat wrapped tight
All my blessings show up in disguise
Alright, alright
In the dark and under the weather
You'd think I might know better
But tonight I'm stood here in the cold moonlight
With my headaches and my coat wrapped tight
All my blessings show up in disguise
Alright, alright
You said no one can write the blues anymore
No one can write the blues anymore
No one can write the blues anymore
No one can write the blues
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Broken Radio
03:38
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Headlights in the distance
Wheels turning below
Moon shining above me
Silhouettes on the road
It's a long slow drive
White lines guide me along
Got a broken radio
And my passengers gone
Broken radio
The wind's singing in whispers through the doorway
Broken radio
In the night it always sounds just like the blues
Broken radio
And the rain applauds knocking on the roadway
Broken radio
In the quiet times when nothing else comes through
I'm fighting sleep with the window down
And thoughts of you in my head
The night air is so cold
And every lights hits a red
It's a long slow drive
White lines are passing me by
I've got my freedom
But no peace of mind
Broken radio
The wind's singing in whispers through the doorway
Broken radio
In the night it always sounds just like the blues
Broken radio
And the rain applauds knocking on the roadway
Broken radio
In the quiet times when nothing else comes through
Just add water I've been here waiting all my life
With enough dark to see the light
It's a long slow drive
White lines guide me along
Got a broken radio
And my passengers gone
Broken radio
The wind's singing in whispers through the doorway
Broken radio
In the night it always sounds just like the blues
Broken radio
And the rain applauds knocking on the roadway
Broken radio
In the quiet times when nothing else comes through
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3. |
Lust & Nicotine
03:50
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You like to come on softly
As softly as a train
And when you wake up
Still in your makeup
He doesn't quite look the same
With all your indiscretions
I bet you've heard them all
"Hey do you come here often"
"Heavens a long way to fall"
Guess it takes one to know one
You shout out your slogans
"Lovers are always so mean"
Diamonds forever but nothing was ever
As good as lust and nicotine
Those idols you used to follow
Still see them now and then
Don't like rejection your the queen of deception
You could lie with the best of them
You don't know where you're going now
They all know where you've been
And it's hard to hold a candle
When you're blowing like the wind
Guess it takes one to know one
You shout out your slogans
"Lovers are always so mean"
Diamonds forever but nothing was ever
As good as lust and nicotine
It's getting harder waking up to those cold eyes
Knowing they're just taking you for a ride
Guess it takes one to know one
You shout out your slogans
"Lovers are always so mean"
Diamonds forever but nothing was ever
As good as lust and nicotine
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4. |
Jenny Was A Hipster
02:22
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Jenny was a hipster ready for the party
Jenny was a hipster oh oh oh
Jenny was a hipster ready for the party
Jenny was a hipster oh oh oh
At the bus stop wearing hi tops
Skinny jeans, check shirts, Buddy Holly's
Identical, mirror image
Chai latte, everything vintage
Jenny was a hipster ready for the party
Jenny was a hipster oh oh oh
Jenny was a hipster ready for the party
Jenny was a hipster oh oh oh
Don't wear no designer
No CD's, just vinyl
Jack Kerouac, I'm never coming back
Sold my soul by working for a chain store
Jenny was a hipster ready for the party
Jenny was a hipster oh oh oh
Jenny was a hipster ready for the party
Jenny was a hipster oh oh oh
Jenny was a hipster ready for the party
Jenny was a hipster oh oh oh
Jenny was a hipster ready for the party
Jenny was a hipster oh oh oh
Jenny was a hipster ready for the party
Jenny was a hipster oh oh oh
Jenny was a hipster ready for the party
Jenny was a hipster oh oh oh
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