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Paris
02:37
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I wonder how far it’s true/I wonder how far it’s you/Is future at this condition: devoted to erosion?/I hate this part of Paris/Copy Berlin, that can be fun/A bit of hotness from Brooklyn/And paste it all on my town/In every instance, I hate what traders have done and what lovers haven’t/Oh what a lament this sounds/I hate to play that part/I’m stirred to the heart/Shameless Abbesses/On the right bank/Endless abyss/On the left bank/Ed Rec wankers/On the right bank/Fake fun, duck face/On the left bank.
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Henry the behaviourist
03:12
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Stay wide awake not to waste this hand I hold you/It never crossed your mind that we together could go through/“Two” goes with “You”/But “One” with “None” interest to my person/Off I goo-goo, off you’re gone/Henry the behaviourist!/Meet me at mid-dream where we’ll be in chorus/I’ve been speculating on us/Run, run, run till you break my nerves/And just mess things up/ You can’t help to mess things up/Meet me at mid-dream where we’ll be in chorus/I’ve been speculating on us/Run, run, run till you break my nerves/After hours/Cool down, cool down, or we’ll come to blows/9-1-1, now it’s all square at two all.
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Bolt from the blue
02:47
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On my way to leave you, Stella/And about to sail off the shore/I remember when nothing went wrong/Your jet-black curls across a keffiyeh/Your ponytail sweeping up my face/Lovers, we never put on airs/I remember the least of your words, of your gesture/No need to put it down on paper/I remember/And I’m brooding over/Because you do need too/A boy, a bolt from the blue/Humiliating young males/And boxing up their shadows/You got me going, going, going around/You got me going, girl like never before/You got me going, going, going around/Don’t you remember, forevermore?/Because you do need too/A boy, a goy, a new Jew/Humiliating young males/And boxing up their shadows/Everyday nine-to-five my mind kept occupied by her smile/When nothing was promised she appeared in the aisle with that smile/In my life.
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You know who I’m with and why/Smell of honey, breath of brine/The more you taste, the more you ask for unusual dials from outer space/As you never bow out of the race/That, I heard it through the grapevine/At the very base of your first promise when I wondered how many fingers make five/Near death life experience/I’m not a Tyrannosaurus/If only I could reverse time/Or just rehearse those words/Pronounced once by your side/Georgia… May I?/So I put my head off the oven trying to get head straight/I hope you’ll probably stop medicine/As my heart is already a tired engine/First aid to a drowning guy/You know who I’m with and why/As everything’s not in its place, especially this jaguar on my jugular.
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From blinking lights to decaffeinated nights/One must be patient/As I used to run a winkle stall/I thought it would have worked with the same holds/The hold? So far, she’s got me under her control/More of the sweetest thing/I long for more, but that I just don’t show/More of the sweetest sting/I just want more, as though you don’t know/In the middle of nowhere, nowhere near my mom-in-law/A ring in my hand, all my mates in the front row/Am I responsible for this bad joke?/Bound hand and foot, tied to the cause?/And forever, at her beck and call/Hers, mind, body, cock and soul/I fell for her/Hook, line and sinker/It’s not really a time for laughter, bro’/I got myself in real trouble, you know/In the middle of nowhere, nowhere near a judge/At the hands of that girl with which I shared the deluge/May this be the last of a thousand rows?/The last of a thousand rows/The last of the living roses.
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Maverick
03:12
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Grab my hand, it’s worth smoking weeds with poor dressed minds/So business your own and pick up a bone and make some holes inside/Come on, come on, get along/Come on, come on, the choice is yours/Come on, come on, little girl/Lost in indecision/I’ll prove my patience twice rather than once/The day you’ll burn me up and down/But truth of evidence: you’re not mine/Cos’ I never turned you upside down/You just fly the white flag/Even before beginning rehab/You and I face the facts/We can’t hold together and last very long/Grab my hand, it’s worth dragging heels with Dior-dressed blondes/So hurry up and wait for what’s been left before we were forced into exile/Come on, come on, get along/Come on, come on, come closer/Come on, come on, maverick/Time will do the trick/It’s now or never to say yes to my arms.
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