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Skipping Stones
02:48
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I'm playing Beatles, skipping Stones. Spinning Revolver on my own. Calling in on ELO. Looking for someone to follow. Skipping Stones. Maybe rock 'n' roll's too good for me. Can't find the knack to quit my nerves. Hanging telephone that swerves in and out of my reserves, blowing romantics' just deserves. Skipping Stones. Maybe rock 'n' roll's too good for me.
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Mathilda's Rifle
02:36
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Dangle from the stairs outside, you hear the voices rising up inside. Banging on a neighbour's door, a teardrop falls, adrenaline rise. And I'm still waiting for a sign. She's got a rifle on me. Lying in the summer sun, your sweat drips down and draws a subtle line. Following a morning run, your breath rises and falls again with mine. But I'm still waiting for a sign. She's got a rifle on me. And I'm still waiting for a sign. She's got a rifle on me.
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She wore a one-piece Beetlejuice trouser suit. Said she thought she'd never looked so cool on a summer afternoon. Sings like Joey Ramone. Saw her in a record store in Silver Lake or was it Echo Park. Chewing too much gum. And the band played on. Sings like Joey Ramone. We always used to listen to her first LPs. Walking alone along the riverbank. Doesn't know what brought him here What brought you here? Sings like Joey Ramone
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Reason To Believe
03:54
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Doubled down on our future. Thought you'd stepped out in the past. Chauffeur-driven fascist throwback. Your iron heel never feeds. Never thought it'd reach you. Untouchable, so it seems. Think you're a martyr, unforgiven. Watch you crumble to your knees. Gives me a reason to believe. Gives me a reason why you're here. Double-crossed on my future. Warning signs all around. Stick or twist on your house rules. Watch us burn it to the ground. Gives me a reason to believe. Gives me a reason why you're here. Watching, waiting, feel the change rising from the grassroots out through astroturf acolytes blinded by your dollar signs wanting all the while to be someone making their way through the fog. You've lost them, bled them and you've never fed them. It's why you burn. Gives me a reason to believe. Gives me a reason why you're here.
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Burn The Guy
02:00
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For he's got a rocket in his pocket. For he's heading out to burn the guy. Waking up on a Sunday morning full of bile from the Saturday night. Nigel Morley flicks on the radio for a while. Listens to all of the people say. He doesn't know how to see their way 'cos he can't find words that chime with the day. For he's got a rocket in his pocket. For he's heading out to burn the guy. Logging on for another round of caps lock warrior and capitalist knight. Nigels knows the fate of the country rests in his hands. Fires off missives from the dark of his bedroom to make his mark. When they fire back can't take the flack. No bite but bark. For he's got a rocket in his pocket. For he's heading out to burn the guy.
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241259
02:33
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Calling all my friends. Sell up and come with me. Leave your life and then repent all you have seen. Calling all my friends. I've got a ride. They will not come for you. They'll come from the skies. Sell all you have seen. Sever family ties. Sell all you have been. Calling all my friends. I've got a ride. They will not come for you. Running from yourself. Keep running from yourself. Save yourself. Coming from the skies. Malicious lies. So I'm calling all my friends. Sell up and come with me. Calling all my friends. I've got a ride. They will not come for you.
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Life As A Movie
03:11
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Leaves are falling late September, stepping out amidst the Friday lights. Jayhawk singing from the radio of a car above the city night. I'm on fire again. You came crawling from the embers of a heart that's burning way too bright. Watch you catch your breath and then you hold the knife again so tight. I'm on fire again but you run away. Calling upon wasted endings. Cuttings dropped amongst bleached white lines. Cigarette burn. Change the reel. Only wish you could recut your life. I'm on fire again but you run away.
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In The Picture
02:42
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Lying out between the reeds, signpost hanging over me. It says "Heed my warning. I won't give you no time 'til you know that you are mine." You'll always find me in the picture in the sun. You'll always find me in the picture with what I've done. Headlines crashing over me. Can't seem to stumble to my feet. They say "Read our warnings. We won't give you no time 'til you know that you are mine." You'll always find me in the picture in the sun
You'll always find me in the picture with what I've done.
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Cover Girl
02:52
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I found my lover on the cover of a magazine. Falling out, teenage dreams. Staring back, nothing's as it seems. She said "I'll take you dancing through your wildest imagination. You'll never know what it means." We only sweet-talked about the rain. Running wild, dreams that came. Through a twilight night shone back in vain. You couldn't hear my refrain. I get the feeling that it's going round and around. I found my lover on the cover of a magazine. Took me out, made life seem all I wanted, all that I could dream. Staring back nothing's as it seems. I get the feeling that it's going round and around. I found my lover on the cover of a magazine. Falling out of teenage dreams.
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Hot Glue It!
02:22
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Was it something I said or something in your head? Going round and round, pick a delicate thread. Watch what you're saying. Tried to cut your crap out. Couldn't read my mind. Static white noise about all I am inside. Hot glue it! Hot glue it! I'm not trying to pick a fight. Hot glue it! Hot glue it! I'm just trying to make things right. Driver hit the brakes so you roll a loaded die. Flip two sides of one coin. Cynics cry cry cry. Watch what you're saying. Keep a check what you spout and all you wanna flout. Watch your tongue till your mouth hears your mind out. Hot glue it! Hot glue it! I'm not trying to pick a fight. Hot glue it! Hot glue it! I'm just trying to make things right
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Lookin' Out
02:41
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I get this feeling lookin' out of my window as I'm caught up in the shouts that go round and round in circles getting louder all the time until I find I'm out of rhymes. I get this feeling looking out. She says she's moving to the south 'cos she can't listen to the corners of my mouth going round and round in circles spouting bullshit all the time until she finds she's lost her mind. I get this feeling looking out.
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Heart Attack
02:07
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Got a deathwish. Got me jacked up to the end of the night. I get this feeling I ain't doing it right. Eyes surround me looking out from the light. Closing, looking to fight. Mind in tailspin closing in on the floor. Blood is pumping and I'm craving for more. Got a deathwish for someone to adore. Got a deathwish. Got me racing and floating on high. Takes my hand, leads me in my own direction falling out from the sky. For someone to adore. Got a deathwish. She's giving me a heart attack. Got a deathwish for someone to adore me.
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Coma State
04:02
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I'm rising up. I'm looking over my head now. Don't look behind. Don't get back all that grey shit now. I'm burning out. I'm looking for a sign. I forget the written laws. I don't care about the new things. Don't care for me. I'm a rising star. I'm the NWO. I'm the sun when the moon's shining. Flip me like the wrong key. It hurts but I'm not burning. Check all these things. You never really wanted them now. Now I am free, throw everything and free me now. Time to escape. Time to write all the good songs. Time to dance with everyone and not care about big things. Don't care for me. I'm a rising star. I'm the NWO. I'm the sun when the moon's shining. Flip me like the wrong key. It hurts but I'm not burning. No longer hear machines beep. I must be asleep. Can't open my eyes. My legs are so tired. So let me be in your dreams. I can't move my mouth. My arms are rocks now. My brain is so tired and now I'm on fire.
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