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And they never would come down

Turn around and hold me
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home

[Instrumental Acoustic Guitar
folks
But she's everything to me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three 

Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walking down your hall
God
A ring on every finger of her hand. 

She lived down by the river 
A flat the council give her, 
Wallpaper very scenic 
Her outlook very beatnik, 
We
coming down
Somehow I can't seem to find
The quiet inside my mind

3:02
Space in this room
Has turned on me
And all my fears have me cornered me
grabbed him by the throat until he called on me
'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three

Now I don't want what Jay's got on the table
and act.


Well I'm a happy man
So will I ever speak my mind

But I know that we
Just haven't got the time

To be awake, to be ashamed, will you?

This world
Let me tell you the story of a girl
All she ever wanted was to rock the world
She asked for a guitar for birthday #9
They thought an acoustic
fences 

I've been searching high and low 
Up and down and carrying my heavy load 
High and low and up and down and all around 
Been trying to find
One, two, look at you
Three, four, she locked the door
I keep knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin'

She was born in Paris
At the age of 21
a bottle
Where I take out my shame
And hold it up
For the whole world to view
Two doors down there's a pay phone
But no calls come in
Two doors down
they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck
girl
In a three cornered world
And I want her.
Uh huh I love her,
And I almost believe
I get down on my knees.
'Cause I love her.
Well can't you
And contents of the Pressure
Knows the deal, and to the girl, Victory
You make me feel, but my man John Salle'
We keep it down, Figure Four kinda love

I
of life
That be shovin' out the door, that's crack
The valleys of time are always on my feet
As least the beat will combine
The calluses and corns, with
they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck
And contents of the Pressure
Knows the deal, and to the girl, Victory
You make me feel, but my man John Salle'
We keep it down, Figure Four kinda love

I
Yes, I've got heartaches by the number, a love that I can't win
But the day that I'll stop counting 
That's the day my world would end

Heartache
the hip-hop's pumping through the blood in my veins 
Like a junkie, fucking with 'ron and cocaine 
Slay you both down, better hold down or get clowned 
By
I've got heartaches by the number 
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end

Heartache Number Three
I've got heartaches by the number 
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end

Heartache Number Three
Right before my show look at the stage and a hawk sits
My acoustics hit the planets like a poolstick
I bruze ships and cruize lands used by Stan Kubrick
Down under the street
My friend
Poor Cherokee Louise

Ever since we turned 13
It's like a minefield
Walking to the door
Going out you get the 3
I've got heartaches by the number 
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end

Heartache Number Three
I love you more,
Yes, I've got heartaches by the number,
A love that I can't win,
But the day that I stop counting,
That's the day my world will
I read your book 
And I find it strange 
That I know that girl and I know her world 
A little too well 

And I didn't know 
By giving my hand