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I Guess

What am I trying so hard not to say?
Why do I let three word get in the way?
My friends say I seem so good with you, but I
don't want to admit it's true instead I lie,
instead I lie, why do I... Yeah!

When everyone says you fit me like a glove
I'd have to admit if push comes to shove
what we got I guess I'd call it love.
Oh yeah, I would.

I guess I love you more than anything.
Yes, I suppose you mean that much to me.
And I'm reasonably certain we're a perfect pair, (yeah, a perfect pair)
somewhat and practically beyond compare,
beyond compare, I think I care... Yeah!

When everyone says you fit me like a glove
I have to admit if push comes to shove
what we got I guess I'd call it love.
Oh yeah, I would.

I stop - pull back, brake - a reluctant fool.
Mistaking plain old fear for playing cool.
Cold hands/cold heart, I guess I'm here to stay, (yeah, I'm here to stay)
one half of our little .5 passion play.
It's OK, I have to say... Yeah!

'Cause everyone says you fit me like glove
I'll have to admit if push comes to shove
what we got I guess I'd call it love.
Oh yeah, I will.

...I guess this is really where I want to be
and I suppose you mean that much to me
'cause what we got - I guess I'll call it love.
Oh yeah, I will.


Dig It

And meanwhile, off somewhere trying to be remarkable,
you got your piece of the pie, but it never was big enough.

It's your grave so dig it.

Celebrating the liberation of your Inner shopper
when you should be mourning the death of your inner child,
holding him close again.

It's your life so live it.

It's your grave it's your hole,
dig it deep, rock 'n roll;
it's your grave, lose your soul,
it's your life, take control,
it's your grave it's your hole - so dig it.

You're a fashionating person going hollow, bound to crash
on the fancy garbage washing through your penthouse underpass.

It's your grave, so dig it.
It's your life. so live it.

It's your grave it's your hole,
dig it deep, rock 'n roll;
it's your grave, lose your soul,
it's your life, take control,
it's your grave it's your hole - so dig it.

And meanwhile off somewhere on the line so pitiful;
I hold my phone outside my window and let you ramble on and on...

It's your grave, so dig it.

It's your grave it's your hole,
dig it deep, rock 'n roll;
it's your grave, lose your soul,
it's your life, take control,
it's your grave it's your hole,
dig it deep, rock 'n roll;
it's your grave, lose your soul,
it's your life, take control,
it's your grave it's your hole - so dig it.


No Todays

Aiming for you once again - don't know why I do it, guess I like to suffer.
The days are short and thin - kinda days I never seem to get enough of.
The mirror never ends... dreaming that I'm staring into you forever...
my Alice falling in, falling in, going down lover...

All we ever do is run away.
No tomorrows find you - No todays.

Blue believing blue; every little lie we love another version
of versions gone before. Failing in the light of yet another new sun.
We got the skin that burns; melting in the morning barely becoming one.
Just close your eyes and run, becoming one in the sun,
gonna, gonna run, get a gun, lover.

'Cause all we ever do is run away.
All tomorrows blind us - No todays.
All we ever do is run away.
No tomorrows mind you - No todays.

Together and apart again, kinda like the final scene in "The Way We Were."
The pain of joy, no end; guess I'm gonna do it 'cause I love to suffer.
The mirror never ends... dreaming that I'm staring into you forever...
Alice falling in, falling in, going down,
falling, falling, I wanna fall.

'Cause all I ever do is run away.
No tomorrows find me - No todays.
All we ever do is run away.
No tomorrows find you - No todays.


I Blew It

Hold me close, no, turn me loose -
I have always been this way -
I got an itch I just gotta scratch; an ugly rash,
one that never goes away -
See, someone stopped by talkin' trash 'bout some bash
on the other side of town...
I like to play, I... what can I say?
My feet they barely touch the ground.

Did you think I was joking when I told you not to ever leave me alone?

I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
There on the edge of another good time.
I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
Waiting for you to make up your mind.
(The ballots are in... I blew it)

I think you've set your standards so high
that they've fairly blown away -
so you go catch them, baby. Things between us, they'd have
never worked out anyway.

Me lying around this litte hot box waiting for you to pick up the phone...

I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
There on the edge of another good time.
I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
Waiting for you to give me a sign.
(Waiting for you to bust a move...)

You see, someone stopped by talkin' trash 'bout some bash
on the other side of town...
I like to play, I... what can I say... And by the way:
You, you really bring me down.

I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
There on the edge of another good time.
I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
Waiting for you to make up your mind.

I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
There on the edge of another good time.
I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
I blew it. (blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it)
Waiting for you to give me a sign.


Fleur de Lisa (Lisa's Getting Married to a 59 Year Old French Film Director)

He knew Felini well - he's in the movies there.
He's older than her dad, she thinks she really cares.
Drunk on jealousy, my mouth flew open wide. "Say,
how does it feel to be a trophy bride?" Hey...

Fleur de Lisa (Fleur de Lisa)
Fleur de Lisa (Fleur de Lisa)
Fleur de Lisa (Fleur de Lisa)

She's got this magazine (enquiring minds of France),
her and her vintage beau the cover's hot romance.
"Sugar daddy," I whine "or should I say grandad? Do
you ever think about what we had once? No."

Fleur de Lisa (Fleur de Lisa)
Fleur de Lisa (Fleur de Lisa)
Fleur de Lisa (Fleur de Lisa)

He'll hang her on the wall; houses by the sea,
blue iris every where... now she don't talk to me...
"But that's okay: you see, I hate postcards anyway
from sleazy, sell-out fortune hunter eurotrash." My...

Fleur de Lisa (Fleur de Lisa)
Fleur de Lisa (Fleur de Lisa)
Fleur de Lisa (Fleur de Lisa)
Fleur de Lisa (Fleur de Lisa)


Carefully

Look through me - tell me what you see.
Look through me - tell me what you see.

Be careful what you wonder, where you fawn.
Remember: they were mountains once your lawn.

Look through me (carefully) - tell me what you see.
Look through me (carefully) - tell me what you see.

Collapsing on itself all you desire.
Volcanoes speak in tongues of molten fire.

Behind some picket fences, outer dark.
A doorbell and the demons you might spark.

Look through me (carefully) - tell me what you see.
Look through me - tell me what you see.

Collapsing on itself all you desire.
Volcanoes speak in tongues of molten fire.


Are You Broken Yet?

My how you cling to your persecution complex.
Your cross gets so heavy: Won't you lay it down?
Your suffering is endless; things they can be better,
or different; read the papers - it's all the same.

You fancy yourself some dark phoenix.
You're merely burning down.

Why do you, why do you buy the big blue?
Ride all regret?
Why do you, why do you buy the big blue?
Are you broken yet?

There's future in being foolish - no one takes you
seriously - you use it like a gun. But you'll
never turn it on yourself, no, you're a
coward: you play the victim well.

Love your illusion or lose it.
Learn to move on, leave it...

Why do you, why do you buy the big blue?
Ride all regret?
Why do you, why do you buy the big blue?
Are you broken yet?

And if remorse is life's poison, you... you fantasize
that you've drained it, you've drank it dry.
I can no longer tell the walking dead from the
wandering wounded - it's no surprise.

Love your illusion or lose it.
Not even you believe it.

Why do you, why do you buy the big blue?
Ride all regret?
Why do you, why do you buy the big blue?
Are you broken yet?


Love Someone

Momma says the sun is hotter than it used to be;
I believe her so you'll never see me out much during the daytime.
I'm afraid of people, all their places and their things -
I've got a hammer for a teddy bear and I talk to him sometimes,

I say, "We better get out there."
"We better get out there."

Now I believe in solitude, in being by yourself
and gaining new perspective on this ailing circus some do call life,
but things are lately strange, my passions relegated to
brief affairs with cybersexy strangers and 1-900's at midnight.

I guess I better get out there.
Guess I better get out there...
And love someone, love someone, love someone.

TV, books, and radio, the telephone hello?
tell me where to go and what to be - goodbye 'cause I don't think so.

I think I'm gonna out out there.
Guess I better get out there...
And love someone, love someone, love someone.
Love someone, love someone, love someone.

At night I venture out into my yard and search the skies...
acid rain fall on me, flying saucers take me, is anyone out there?

I wanna love someone, love someone, love someone.
Love someone, love someone, love someone.
Love someone, love someone, love someone.


Feed the Creature

I don't wanna face another dawn,
hold my head inside your eerie yawn;
you're lying next to me and it's all wrong -
even though I've courted you so long.

I don't wanna
feed the creature, feed the creature, feed the creature. (feed the creature)
Feed the creature, feed the creature. (feed the creature)

Creature he come to me in the night,
walk me through my dreams 'til morning light.
I have seen the Great Sadness, yeah, I
even love to look him in the eye.

But I don't wanna
feed the creature, feed the creature, feed the creature. (feed the creature)
Feed the creature, feed the creature. (feed the creature)

He doesn't want to wake up to greet the Great Sadness;
he doesn't want to succumb to the creature of Madness.
He doesn't want to wake up to greet the Great Sadness;
he doesn't want to succumb...

I don't wanna
feed the creature, feed the creature, feed the creature. (feed the creature)
Feed the creature, feed the creature. (feed the creature)


Strike Me Down

Here's to good times I can't remember well.
To pale goodbyes, and every broken spell.

Strike me down before I fall.
I prefer the backhand to the clenched one full of nothing at all.
Strike me down before I fall.

Eyes like a shark, your smile like quicksand.
This sinking feeling climbs, this love of being damned.

Strike me down before I fall.
I prefer the backhand to the clenched one full of nothing at all.
Strike me down before I fall.

Now that you've ruined me for anyone else...
kindness.

Strike me down before I fall.
I prefer the backhand to the clenched one full of nothing at all.
Strike me down before I fall.

Strike me down before I fall.
I prefer the backhand to the clenched one full of nothing at all.
Strike me down before I fall.

Strike me down...
before I fall.


Finally

I loved you like tonight, as you were driving out of sight;
as we waved and watched you go, I was afraid to tell you so.

I loved you like tonight.
We finally got it right.

The wasted years I'll never miss, now that you're lying here like this;
now that we've both gone to seed, surrendered youth's wandering need.

I loved you like tonight.
I'm glad we saw the light.
I loved you like tonight.
I'm glad we got it right... finally.

You went so far to get so near when all along it was so clear.

I loved you like tonight.
We finally got it right.
I loved you like tonight.
I'm glad you saw the light... finally.

Finally.

I'm glad you saw the light... finally.


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