1. |
Angel's Eye
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2. |
Perfect Hand
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3. |
I'm All Fucked Up
04:33
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you little sick thing you had your fun
you hide the dead like you always said you would
baby you can hear the bass and the pounding of the drum
yea you’re gonna bang it out cause the sick’s so good like
you hit the gas yea your heart’s all play
you cut the line baby there’s no more tears
you know some people’d wanna go yea they’d wanna run away
but you’re all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me
you little sick thing you had your fun
you cut the line baby there’s no more tears
you know some people’d wanna go yea they’d wanna run away
but you’re all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me
you started fire and i smashed all that air
dog ate our lunch and you cut off all your hair
never caught the little shit yea we’re never sitting right
still we’re hungry sitting tired in the spanish light
you touch your head now the curl’s all gone
you kiss the breeze yea you never wanna wait
and baby you can hear the call like a whisper in the wind
and you’re gonna see the stars by the time it’s too late
you little sick thing you had your fun
you cut the line baby there’s no more tears
you know some people’d wanna go yea they’d wanna run away
but you’re all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me
i broke the tank and you sucked me right out of it
took a deep breath of that hot spanish fuel
and all the music in this city only made us wanna fight
so we lit up every night and spit the gas back into it
we spit on every stone madrid would let us find
sometimes i trace the stains that you left in my car
and it makes me wanna cry so i write another song
and i knew it all along that you might wind up next to me
and i knew it all along that you might not be no friend to me
i wanna steal every happy thought you have
fucking nickel fucking dime trade them back to you for mine
put my own inside my bag and fly back to new york city again
i caught my car and you hopped right out of it
you chased my dog down some dirty old street
and then you bought yourself some ice and you never found the prick
and now you’re passed out on the ground to the sound of the beat
i got a good love and i feel my love is good
i watch my good god like a movie and i scream
oh my god is in the air i guess i always knew he would be
yea i cut up my god he’s never gonna drip down to me now
i got a nosebleed and my blood tastes like god
i see the spanish stars and i wanna fly away
but babe my body’s on the ground with the dogs outside the pound
and i think i gotta sleep but i’m definitely too fucked up to dream
you little sick thing you had your fun
you hide the dead like you always said you would
baby you can hear the bass and the pounding of the drum
yea you’re gonna bang it out cause the sick’s so good like
you hit the gas yea your heart’s all play
you cut the line baby there’s no more tears
you know some people’d wanna go yea they’d wanna run away
but you’re all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me
you little sick thing you had your fun
you cut the line baby there’s no more tears
you know some people’d wanna go yea they’d wanna run away
but you’re all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me
you’re all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me
you’re all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me
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4. |
Dancing in the Club
04:47
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i lost your love today
in a lonely summer breeze
i was dreaming all my dreams
yea i’m my own worst enemy
and i know it’s only cards
but love i feel your heart in spades
while you were dancing in the club
i gave my diamonds all away
i fired off every nerve
inside my lover’s nervous arms
i was counting lucky stars
before i walked out of the bar
and i know it’s only fair
that i should end up all embarrassed
cause you were laughing in the rain
while i was crying there in paris
i’m not crying cause i’m here
but cause i wish that i was there
because i told me not to notice
when i could feel you losing focus
cause i felt that way before
i don’t take echoes in my wind
but a loser never wins
and i’m a loser
always been
i lay down in that street
my favorite city’s artery
and i stared into the moon
like it was staring back at me
and i took my lover’s call
i flew those numbers through the air
and i told me not to care
that i was feeling all alone there
and i sang into my phone
i ate my dinner in the dark
and i fucked up my guitar
while i was fucking up my heart
while i was singing steely dan
crying “shake it” in the wind
yea a loser never wins
and i’m a loser
always been
i lost your love today
in a lonely summer breeze
i was dreaming all my dreams
i’m still my own worst enemy
and i can tell it’s hardly starting
but i don’t wanna pull my hand
and i don’t wanna fold it in
though i can feel your smile departing
and i know it’s only cards
but love i feel your heart in spades
while you were dancing in the club
i gave my diamonds all away
while you were dancing in the club
i gave my diamonds all away
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5. |
My Boy Limbo
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6. |
Where's Your Love Now
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7. |
Box for Buddy, Box for Star
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8. |
A Song That Sings About You
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9. |
Two Legs
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10. |
An Extra Beat for You and Me
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this is lorelei and i am nate and my other band is called water from your eyes
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