1. |
The Looper
02:51
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I'll see this to the end
And you know that I pretend but I
Have no more words to send
‘Cause I can’t say nothing at all
Now you know I’ll say something right to your face
But I can’t say nothing at all
You say it never ends
But then you say let’s just be friends and I
Tell you that my circuits bend
‘Cause I can’t say nothing at all
Now you know I’ll say something right to your face
But I can’t say nothing at all
I start this fight, you know that I can’t win
You seem uptight, you say baby please no more
Tonight, you know that I will win
I’m ready to fight, you say baby please no more, no more
I’ll step on out the car
You know I’ll go way too far but I
Just want to be your star
‘Cause I can’t say nothing at all
Now you know I’ll say something right to your face
But I can’t say nothing at all
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2. |
Start Your Engines
03:03
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On the cemetery lawn
In the days since you have gone
There’s no sign of you at all
And I know
That I long to say so long again
And I wonder to myself
Is it up to you?
You fell asleep and crashed my car
And said I drove you way too far
Everybody says you're a lost,
Lonely cause
And you try to spin off the motorway
And I wonder to myself
What you’re gonna do
You can take my keys and follow me down, down the open the road
Please just take the wheel and step on the gas, let my engines roll
Until we get back home
Wide awake back in your room
You try to fly me to the moon
The sky will rise and fall today
You hide away
And the light it shines so bright again
And I wonder to myself
Do you miss me too?
So please…follow me down, down the open the road
And we...can step on the gas, let my engines roll
Until we get back home
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3. |
I Don't Care - Part III
01:51
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I laugh it off like a tomcat in love
I breeze Ayn Rand and the Atlas Shrugged
I don’t care, I don’t care
My pencils write and I get home late
I wait for Jane because she’s my baby
I don’t care, I don’t care
I know your name and I’m to blame
I can’t wake up it’s all the same
And I don’t want to know where it’s all gone
Like open windows and hanging wire
I wanna believe but I’m just so tired
I don’t care, I don’t care
I watch the clock and it’s time to go
The sun comes up and we’re almost home
I don’t care, I don’t care
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4. |
White Hot Sun
04:37
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One more time around the sun, you run for your life
The forever poets and black clouds rain down this time
This broken sadness raises Cain, it’s all the same tonight
The late greats haunt me to the grave, she waves goodbye
Waves goodbye
With just a sigh
The only time
So don’t you cry my favorite son, you’re turning numb
but you don’t want to come home
This time I give you all my guns, my son, aim high
I tell you all my secrets then begin to fly
Though built to last you rise to give, just live in time
So beaten down without a sound, this town, so bright
Just so bright
My only light
Wave goodbye
You burned out brightly like the sun, your time has come
and now you want to go home
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