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tractor of heartache
06:28
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night waits through the doorways behind
let's moisten the dark again
let's moisten our hearts before we go away
underwater lights...lift me up and down
i won't let them drown
night waits in the doorways behind
let's moisten our hearts again
let's moisten the dark before we go away
under your wingspan there ain't nothing i can't take
under your wingspan there ain't nothing I can't fake
underwater lights...lift me up and down
i won't let them down
tractor of heartache
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nightmares
03:48
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on the line, wavering...send them forth
over the gold-plated highways
anxious we strode...across the floor
but who'll close the door behind us
until our bad side shone through it's disguise
until, until we go to the outside
there's somebody looking through our eyes
to our vices driven, backwards we slide...better than sideways
and when we're blown...our stitched sails torn
who'll latch the door behind us
until the lies we've told whisper outside
until, until we know...wondering why
until our bad side shone through it's disguise
until, until we go to the outside
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mice hearts
03:18
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treat me like you should
03:28
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my baby called me up but i didn't have a pen
couldn't write down his extension...how am i gonna call him
sometimes my baby he don't want to hold my hand
he's afraid he won't look like a man
c'mon baby, don't let me down now
there's only one thing you've got to do and that's to
treat me like you should and everything will be all right
if you treat me like you should...baby you won't have to die
when my baby and i go on a date..i tell him don't you be a second late
i'm not gonna sit around and watch the paint dry
i'm gonna find him and i'll tell you why
he's mine when we're together...he's mine when we're apart
but if he ever forgets it...i'm gonna have to cut out his heart
oh babe, you know i will...i will stop this clock for you
i will take your red flower and give it light
oh, slowly till i stain my hands inside
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heartbeats
05:09
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i was tenderizing meat...you were down on your knees
i can't believe you've forgiven me
i wasn't there for you...i didn't know what to do
now i know..but now there's no time
yesterday i found you lying through your heartbeats
yesterday i found you
yesterday we were so far from home
and now i can't even make you cry...i know why
what would be the use in crying
what's this senseless thing we're trying
what would be the sense in crying
what would be the use in trying
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clothes slow me down
01:37
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clothes slow me down...pulling the string before i hit the ground
flaunting his wealth, i curse his smile
his elegant smell will perfume the walls of hell
lift me up and...pull me down and...lift me up and down
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into the thunderdome
02:52
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he used to make you cry...he used to say goodbye
he used to say almost anything
into the thunderdome, we lost our way
come on and take it slow..an arrow through his hole
it's hard to say almost anything
surrendering...delivering..i hope you know what it's like to squeal
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the midnight train
03:47
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oh, i could see it in your eyes
the way they looked so far away
the way they'd stare when we lay silent in the night
dreaming of some other life
and all those promises we made
they're nothing now but words that we once said
oh, i can feel it in my head
we'll both be better off this way
i know i said that i'd make good
but somehow i never could
but now i'm going to set things right
and disappear into the night
i'm burning through the rain
i'm on the midnight train
oh, we waited for so long
pretending that nothing was wrong
but when we came into this town
i thought that we could turn everything around
but everyday i'd come home late
stumbling through the gate
i've got nothing but a path that's leading down
and i won't drag you along
i know i said that i would change
but i've just stayed the same
but now i'm going to set things right
and disappear into the night
i see the moon up in the sky
lighting up the railroad ties
and as i move farther away
i put my hands over my face
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ride on the new
01:56
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when they first came in and showed us all their plans
many of us had doubts...we didn't understand
but our doubts faded away and we knew that it was good
when we took a ride on the new highway
oh, let's not fight.. we're driving on the streets of the city tonight
oh, let's not fight...we're dying on the streets 'neath the city lights
i don't wanna sleep darling...can't we leave the motor running
take our wounds and throw them in the heat
in the heat the flames go under
under all these headlights shining
and the sparks from the wheels keep spinning in our eyes
the sparks they dive and slowly turn from fire to dust
when rearranged the faces change but in the fire they're just like us
we dreamt of floral lands draped over the fields
cascading gems and jewels left a golden trail
a trail that we pursued but we never reached
seduced when we gazed on the new highway
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my honey girl
04:18
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every time i hear my favorite song on the radio
i pull my car over to the side of the road
jump in the snow and i fall on my ass
i hope no one finds out about my communist past
come on baby, watch me comb my hair
watch me comb it back behind my ears
so i don't have to worry bout it getting in my eyes
there's kids in the congo hearing screams in their ears
while i'm standing here purchasing my beer
oh, my honey girl...i'm never gonna leave her
yeah, my honey girl...and i never want to see her
sometimes i dream that i'm a rabbit searching for some cabbage
in a land where elves and horses breed
pumping my gas, filling my tires, i once had a plan but it backfired
oh, come on baby now if you ain't weak
hold my hand over this crumbling street
pin me thrashing on the frozen beach
hold my hand over this wretched beast i built, i built...for you
place, displace me, place, displace me now
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