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Here I am, where I’ve been
I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.
I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
And too much weight for walking shoes.
I could have died from being boring.
As for loneliness,
She greets me every morning.

At the most I’m a glare,
I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

At the most I’m a glare,
I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

Here I am, where I’ve been
I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.

At the most I’m a glare,
I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

At the most I’m a glare,
I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

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You say life is a dream where we can t say what we mean
Maybe just some roadside scene that we re driving past
There s no telling where we ll be in a day or in a week
And there s no promises of peace or of happiness


Well is this why you cling to every little thing
And polverize and derrange all your senses
Maybe life is a song but you re scared to song along
Until the very ending


Oh, it s time to let go of everything we used to know
Ideas that strengthen who we ve been
It s time to cut ties that won t ever free our minds
From the chains and shackles that they re in


Oh, tell me what good is saying that you re free
In a dark and storming sea
You re chained to your history, you re surely sinking fast
You say that you know that the good Lord s in control
He s gonna bless and keep your tired and oh so restless soul
But at the end of the day when every price has been paid
You re gonna rise and sit beside him on some old seat of gold
And won t you tell me why you live like you re afraid to die
You ll die like you re afraid to go


Oh, it s time to let go of everything we used to know
Ideas that strengthen who we ve been
It s time to cut ties that won t ever free our minds
From chains and shackles that they re in
From the chains and shackles that they re in


Well life is a dream cause we re all walking in our sleep
You could see us stand in lines like we re dead upon our feet
And we build our house of cards and then we wait for it to fall
Always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all

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She’s a thunderbolt.
With guns & fire,
Two arms full of holes,
And nothing to hold.
She’s a restless sort
With secrets that wait
On corners in the dark,
To pinch with a pain,
To sting and to smart

God knows it gets so hard
To keep out the cold,
When you’re living in a house full of holes.

He’s just a close call
Who always acts tough,
But goes way too far,
Or not far enough.
But someday when it gets hard,
Hard just to breathe,
She’ll rest assured that
He’ll take the heat

God knows it gets so hard
To keep out the cold,
When you’re living in a house full of holes.

She’s a thunderbolt.
With guns & fire,
Two arms full of holes,
And nothing to hold.
Nothing to hold.

Baby, when I think about you
I think about love
And darlin, gonna live without you
And your love
And if I had those golden dreams of my yesterday
I would wrap you
In the heavens
And feel it dying dying dying all the way

well i feel like...

Der baß macht mich naß, also laß mich, ich hass` dich
fass` mich nicht an, du bist so spastisch, daß ich
was ich schon immer mit dir machen wollte mache
ich kastrier` und sezier` dich, sieh nur wie ich lache
ich wache über dich, ich diss`...

Oh collector I m so sorry
You had the notion that I was rolling
In the money no I?m sorry
But I ll pay you
No Worry

Let?s Sing Softly
Let?s Sing Softly
Oh so softly
Not so heavy

Zero osiem wojna

A walka na ziemi i w niebie
Przeciwko sobie samemu, o siebie
I walka o święte cele
O wieczne nadzieje

Walka o z łóżka wstanie
Kolejny taniec w cyrku zdarzeń
I walka o strzępek marzeń
O wieczne nadzieje

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Manhattan

Summer journeys to Niag ra
And to other places aggra-
vate all our cares.
We ll save our fares;

I ve a cozy little flat in
What is known as old Manhattan,
We ll settle down
Right here in town.

 

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