1. |
It's Over
03:27
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I gotta admit, you had me beat.
You're perfectly beautiful and sweet,
and it was incredible to be with you.
In the beginning, that was true.
But what begins must thus conclude,
and you couldn't handle that so easily.
Ooh, yeah, it's over.
If you've got a scab, don't open in 'cause it's over.
Ah yeah, it's over.
We were kids, yeah we were just kids.
And it was hard, it was so hard just to get rid;
Just to get rid of that feeling I was killing you.
Hey baby I was trying to do my best
to do my dusty to god to you and all the rest,
but in the end I just could not love you honestly.
Ooh, yeah, it's over.
If you've got a scab, don't open in 'cause it's over.
Ah yeah, it's over.
And if you're feeling sad, go fuck yourself 'cause it's over.
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2. |
Overflowing
03:43
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He's jumping off a waterfall.
He's jumping off a waterfall.
Who knows?
Who knows?
Who knows?
She's giving it all to God.
She's giving it all to God.
Who knows?
Who knows?
Who knows?
The little girl is gone, but not forgot.
The little boy is gone, but not forgot.
The good days are gone, but not forgot.
Not forgot.
Not forgot.
Animals with human faces.
Human faces.
In a moment earth erases.
Earth erases.
Earth erases.
He's rolling down an empty road.
He's rolling down an empty road.
Oh well.
Oh well.
Oh well.
She's pure as the driven snow.
She's pure as the driven snow.
Oh well.
Oh well.
Oh well.
Animals with human faces.
Human faces.
In a moment earth erases.
Earth erases.
So they take to the air with wings unfolded.
Wings unfolded.
And they soar over rivers and oceans,
Overflowing.
Overflowing.
Overflowing.
They're giving it all to God.
They're giving it all to God.
Who knows?
Who knows?
Who knows?
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3. |
Somebody Comfort Me
05:11
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Floating out across Hollywood,
just found out I'm gonna live.
I guess if you pray long and hard enough,
eventually, something's gonna give.
You chip away, yeah you chip away,
until you hit the bone.
And you bury your best down there,
'cause you reap what you sow.
Ohh, somebody comfort me.
Ohh, please, somebody, won't you comfort me?
I never did 'cause I never would,
shed a little tear.
You might have thought that you heard me complaining,
but there's none of that here.
I'll just keep on riding high,
straight into the sun.
And I'll shrink as I wave goodbye
to everyone.
Ohh, somebody comfort me.
Ohh, please, somebody, won't you comfort me?
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4. |
The Road to Heaven
03:18
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i was an angel
i was a buzzing fly on the wall of fortune
telegraphing home that i was hungry, hungry
hungry for your blood
hungry in the exile that i knew would surely come
i'm a savior
but i'm a rolling stone, and i won't stay here
at least not for long because i'm lonely, lonely
lonely for your love
lonely in the exile that i knew would surely come
and now i'm
pacing like a wounded animal, bleeding and falling suddenly
lost in space, slowly drifting away from you and shrinking steadily
smiling but not convincingly; laughing while weeping secretly
i long to taste every memory of your lips loving eagerly
i was a doorstep
i was a stepping stone on the road to heaven
black and overgrown, and now i'm lost forever
ever on my own
ever in the exile that i knew would surely come
and now i'm
pacing like a wounded animal, bleeding and falling suddenly
lost in space, slowly drifting away from you and shrinking steadily
smiling but not convincingly; laughing while weeping secretly
i long to taste every memory of your lips loving eagerly
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5. |
Wasted
03:24
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Wasted.
We're gonna get wasted.
Gonna laugh, cry, goodbye.
We're gonna get wasted.
Plastered.
Yeah, we're gonna get blasted.
Gonna turn up tonight,
It's gonna be nasty.
We're gonna get wasted.
It's a party, it's a party;
we don't care who you are.
Join the crowd, do it loud and hard.
It's time for fun, it's time for us;
It's time to wish upon a star,
'cause we're in a mood.
We're gonna take it too far.
Wasted.
We're gonna get wasted.
Gonna laugh, cry, goodbye.
We're gonna get wasted.
Plastered.
Yeah, we're gonna get blasted.
Gonna turn up tonight,
It's gonna be nasty.
We're gonna get wasted.
Clap your hands, join the band.
We're taking over this bar.
Join the crowd, do it loud and hard.
'Cause we don't care, we've had enough.
We're gonna party 'til the sun comes up,
and dance.
We're gonna follow our hearts.
Wasted.
We're gonna get wasted.
Gonna laugh, cry, goodbye.
We're gonna get wasted.
Plastered.
Yeah, we're gonna get blasted.
Gonna turn up tonight,
It's gonna be nasty.
We're gonna get wasted.
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6. |
The Meaning of Survival
03:53
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I've said enough to fill a bible;
the sheets of words, secret and obscure.
Soft and insane, meaningless but pure;
a paperless game, everybody wins.
I figured out the meaning of survival:
give your shit away, wrap it in flames.
Forget about earth. look to the sun;
sever your rope and let yourself fall.
I've had enough of taking things over,
of setting the controls, and pointing the way.
Making up plans, dreaming of the future;
whatever we were is already gone.
I figured out the meaning of survival:
give your shit away, wrap it in flames.
Forget about earth. look to the sun;
sever your rope and let yourself fall.
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7. |
Song for Myself at Age 9
03:00
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As I recall, I was mostly oblivious.
And you were more than a bit mysterious.
Still feel like I'm with you every day,
even though you live far, far away.
Don't ask if I'm coming back,
'cause you know that I never could.
In a way you're dead to me,
though I'll always remember.
Just smile and say goodbye,
and I promise I'll be good.
It's true, I'm proud of you,
and I've love you forever.
Hey, hey.
I'm a lover, you're a little innocent kid.
I don't regret anything that we ever did.
Feels like we were living in a dream.
But when I woke, you were right in front of me.
Don't ask if I'm coming back,
'cause you know that I never could.
In a way you're dead to me,
though I'll always remember.
Just smile and say goodbye,
and I promise I'll be good.
It's true, I'm proud of you,
and I've love you forever.
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8. |
Fuck It, She's Gone.
04:12
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It don't bother me at all when you don't return my calls,
'cause baby, there's ain't nothin' left to say.
If you don't love me enough, then we might as well give up.
Fuck it.
She's gone, and I don't care.
I went on down to the liquor store, tryna kill the pain,
but shit goddam if I don't feel the same.
I sit at home and drink alone, 'til morning comes again,
and your bitter brand of loving' is to blame.
Drunk again, you always win; heartache turns to rage.
All I tried to do was turn the page.
I bottled my emotions up since 1993;
I should have let those dogs out of the cage.
It don't bother me at all when you don't return my calls,
'cause baby, there's ain't nothin' left to say.
If you don't love me enough, then we might as well give up.
Fuck it.
She's gone, and I don't care.
Whenever you look back at me, you always look the same,
in the rearview as you drive away.
I sit there with the defrost on, feelings disappear.
Windows down, stranded in the rain.
We always used to split the bill in those early days,
until you shoved those papers in my face.
You wanted me to sign 'em and prenuptually agree.
Well hell, that ain't the way it's gonna be.
It don't bother me at all when you don't return my calls,
'cause baby, there's ain't nothin' left to say.
If you don't love me enough, then we might as well give up.
Fuck it.
She's gone, and I don't care.
Fuck it.
She's gone, and I don't care.
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