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agains the clock
the Earth again is shocked by another bad creation
I cried too, at birth, at first, but after that
learned that I yearned for purpose

You're not like the crowd I know
They praise the match over the fire

You know My Mom used to say stuff like that:
Boy, Folks will fill on filigree when

Firewood

Regina Spektor

What We Saw From The Cheap Seats [Deluxe Version]

2012

The piano is not firewood yet
But the cold does get cold
So it soon might be that
I'll take it apart, call up my friends
And we'll warm up our hands by

but still keep silent

Pay attention to the setting

cccess it if it ain't violent

We can't even gather as one without a riot 

But use that same

twice
I'll dig my grave and lie in it
No apologies come and fucking bury me
Kissed by Judas and left to rot
But we're still standing, not a fucking shot

An opener of fire
For the headliner flood
Sieg Heil for the King
And evade all the mud

Set sail to sail about
It's a bore burning
Seems such

blind you throughout your whole life
Well, I can't see 'cuz you are always on my mind
Through Fire and Winter
There's only Voltage down the line

So give

Rosie and Pauly

Joshua Kadison

Delilah Blue

1995

and his words are clear
He gives the prettiest sermon you ever did hear.
While Rosie wags her tail by the collection box.
When I'm low on inspiration
I

last
I'm sure we'll still be friends
Oooh

Flowers in bloom in Market Square
Humidity is set in my hair and my fingers
I don't feel alone in the least

I’m a man with very few needs
A couple of bucks and the girl of my dreams

You are fit but that's about it
I want a girl I just can’t resist

Yeah,

My way is from east to west
It always strewn with rum with blood
Reaches of the heaven is my modest shelter
And under foot are ocean's waves
I

safe, what should I expect
Was it like the war on my TV set
I was thanking God that I was just passing through
Well I'd come so far to sing my songs

'87

The Bouncing Souls

Hopeless Romantic

1999

myself half bent 
I had to stop and look around 
And my friends were all I found 
All these things I thought were wrong 
But these contradictions they

My city is alive with culture
Good, honest people working hard for the dollar
The derelict to excessively rich from Court to Market
We are 5280
We

The kids are sleeping
The snow has just begun
The floors need sweeping
Boxes need flattening one by one
But first let's sip this drink by the fire and enjoy

and swim in the lightning
Go on adventures in only bare feet
Late nights in summer with family and friends
Singing songs by the campfire and playing pretend

bed and said i wonder where my real parents are and he cried himself to sleep under a ceiling full of glow in the dark stars. if there are victory bells

If this is all we do then we got one thing right
One thing right
Baileys in my coffee
Sipping by the mountainside
One thing right
Hop in the car,

of weather
Rain or wind drives us in
Now we're sitting by the fire
Sweet baby skin to skin
Life's cherished moments living to live
Sweet baby my sweet baby

the whereabouts of that friend, afar 
I could rush there but roads are lost on me
Is she in Verinag or Dooru, Shahabad? 
Why did she then enshroud her charm? 

Pity

of confusion
betray your lies
i hope you are loosing
first time out and all is well
in my head the demon dwells
the demon dwells

the psycho inspiration leading

You get one life to live, so who are you trying to make proud?
Not your parents or your friends, but hopefully yourself deep down inside.
And that

Weathered by the setting sun of your summer
If I could be anyone
These days I'd be someone different
So I could hold you now

But you slip away like

never enough?
I know that you are well intentioned
But I can see fear stricken in your eyes
Never try again
Distaste that undermines ascension
Let’s say