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Two by Two
They come together and I know I'll be the last one on
Infinite pairs so the journey will be very long
They come they go
Two by two
They dance together as we float around unconsciously
The way they turn reminds me of another mystery
They Come they go
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My man is handsome
My man is a fool
Who keeps his love for ransom
And treats himself so cruel
After the cigarette
You’ll hold me close to your chest
After the cigarette
Youll say babe I love your love the best
My man is lonely
My man thinks he should
Keep himself lonely
He knows he’s no good
After the cigarette
You’ll hold me close to your chest
After the cigarette
Youll say babe I love your love the best
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Where did you go, Champion?
Were you always going to fail?
Where did you go, Champion?
What made you turn against me, Champion?
You let me believe you were my future.
I think I understand love songs now.
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Ceci - Just Kids
01:47
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Just kids
In the backyard
Playin’ outside
With our pet dog
Walk on down to
The end of the street
Mrs. Leslie in
The driver seat
Take the bus to
The school
All of us sit
Three or two
As the day begins
We are picked up again
Just as soon the start
Just as soon the end
We ride home
To our dog
To the backyard
To our parents
Just kids
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Well ’69 has come and gone, the glow has long since dimmed
Memorialized are reckless rides of tuning out and in
Now the years have passed and you say its just a phase
Of ignorant rebellious youth and hedonism slaves
You say you’re open minded
You talk political corruption, changing climate
But this one little thing you can’t get behind it
And who knows what you’d find
We’ve got freedom of the heart but where’s our freedom of the mind?
Well I’m a pretty straight-laced guy – I just bought a two-piece suit
I wear my hair all nice and clean and I’ve been to college too
So is the issue in the question? Really why do you care?
I promise I won’t bother you or anyone anywhere
You say you’re open minded
So you studied at Yale, political science
But this one little thing you can’t get behind it
And who knows what you’d find
We’ve got freedom of the heart… where’s our freedom of the mind?
So light your hundredth cigarette, deep fried sugar glazed
Go home at night to strobing lights and drink your life away
And condemn those evil ones driving the Greyhound to your tomb
The quiet ones who look within from the confines of their room
You say you’re open minded
You say you’ve got a god, tell me where’d you find it?
Cause let me tell you something if you’d only try it
Who knows what you’d find
We’ve got freedom of the heart
We’ve got freedom of the heart
We’ve got freedom of the heart… but where’s our freedom of the mind?
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Don't call pretty Peggy, she can't hear you no more
Don't leave no message around her back door
They say the old laughing lady been here before
She don't keep time, she don't count score
You can't have a cupboard if there ain't no wall
You got to move, there's no time left to stall
They say the old laughing lady dropped by to call
And when she leaves, she leaves nothing at all
See the drunkard of the village falling on the street
Can't tell his ankles from the rest of his feet
He loves his old laughing lady 'cause her taste is so sweet
But his laughing lady's loving ain't the kind he can keep
There's a fever on the freeway, blacks out the night
There's a slippin' on the stairway just don't feel right
And there's a rumbling in the bedroom and a flashing of light
There's the old laughing lady, everything is all right
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Sister Kit - Work
02:20
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Get up get up get up
It’s time for work
You make some tea
To start your day
And contemplate
Why you’re here
The plants need watering
Recycling’s piling
The mail needs sorting
At some point today
You’re gonna need a nap
Get up get up get up
It’s time for work
You make some tea
To start your day
And contemplate
Why you’re here
The plants need watering
You try but you forget
About energy
And what all you have left
Can you do it?
Is there room
To repel other’s feelings
And remain empathetic
At the same time
Weirded out by how
It kind of feels the same
Any kind of change
Is if you make an effort to
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Oh me oh my oh, look at Miss Ohio
She's a-running around with her rag-top down
She says I want to do right but not right now
Gonna drive to Atlanta and live out this fantasy
Running around with the rag-top down
Yeah I want to do right but not right now
Had your arm around her shoulder, a regimental soldier
An' mamma starts pushing that wedding gown
Yeah you want to do right but not right now
Oh me oh my oh, would ya look at Miss Ohio
She's a-runnin' around with the rag-top down
She says I want to do right but not right now
I know all about it, so you don't have to shout it
I'm gonna straighten it out somehow
Yeah I want to do right but not right now
Oh me oh my oh, look at Miss Ohio
She a-runnin' around with her rag-top down
She says I want to do right , but not right now
Oh I want to do right but not right now
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Well, it used to be I could go out drinking with the boys. We'd tear up the city and then ask for more. In the before times I had a date every night with a different girl. Oh, the eyes I'd make weep and the toes I'd make curl. We'd go outside and breathe in the fresh air and you could roll down the windows and drive for miles on the Natchez Trace Trail, but then the bombs started falling after all the generals went mad and now nobody is smiling and everything is sad.
So it's shelter to shelter, finding food when we can. Living life as a nomad when I should already be dead. My friends they were lucky - were blown to bits in the blast and so they can't waltz here with me at the holocaust bash.
They pour chemical goo from planes in the sky. The radio tells us it keeps the radiation from getting too high. Now I'm getting real - hungry my last meal was last week and my mind says don't go on Collin, good god, your body is too weak. All I really want is to pull the covers over my head and lie down with someone - a pretty girl in my bed. Instead, I am dealing with rations, sleeping on a bowling alley floor. They say help is finally coming, I don't believe them no more.
So it's sirens and ashes, that float through the air. This is worse here than hell is. Why am I not already dead? My family was lucky, were blown to bits in the blast and so they cant waltz here with me at the holocaust bash.
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