1. |
Like Everyone
02:44
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I'm just like everyone
I'm force fed a lot of information
It doesn't matter if it's make believe
If I saw it on a television
And I don't care if it's real
I just like the way it makes me feel
I don't know a thing about myself
And I don't think I see the appeal
And I don't need any closure
I can't believe you're still sober
When the night feels like it might be over
And I'm waiting for my time to come
I'm so sorry
I couldn't be there
Darling, I've been dying to meet you where
We can spend all our time in the sun
I need some time to compare
Somebody oughta pull my hair
'Cause I can't tell if I'm awake or not
And I guess that I really don't care
And I don't mean to complain
Sometimes I just forget my name
And I don't know if it's the alcohol
But I know I must be somehow to blame
And I don't need the exposure
I can't believe you're still sober
When the night feels like it might be over
And I'm waiting for my time to come
I'm so sorry
I couldn't be there
Darling, I've been dying to meet you where
We can spend all our time in the sun
And I don't need any closure
I can't believe you're still sober
When the world feels like it might be over
And I'm waiting for my time to come
I'm so sorry
I couldn't be there
Darling, I've been dying to meet you where
We can spend all our time in the sun
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2. |
Who Told Mary?
02:49
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I know where the gold is buried
Right out by the cemetery
There's a neon sign
It stayed lit all night again
I know where the girls get married
Right out by the cemetery
There's a hole-in-the-wall
Where they got no charge to get in
Who told Mary
I never thought she'd hang herself
I couldn't carry
Her bones away all by myself
Who told Mary
I know where the wind gets carried
Right out by the mortuary
There's a window to close
Where the rain'll try to come in
See all of the cigarette cherries
Burn out by the cemetery
There's no call for alarm
Because they're all just dying to get in
Who told Mary
I never thought she'd hang herself
I couldn't carry
Her bones away all by myself
Who told Mary
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3. |
Sweet Darlin'
03:59
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I was born on fire
Like a cinder in the wind
I was filled with desire
And a wanting without end
I adore my love
But she wants more of
My time - it's true
That I like to be admired
I'm a lonely kind of friend
If you're interested in liars
I know some to recommend
I'll defend my wiles
And pretend I'm miles
Away with you
Oh my god, sweet darlin'
Ya know you really scare the wits out of me
You pretend to be falling while you're
Picking me out of your teeth
You consent to my calling
But you never come crawling to me
Oh my god, sweet darlin'
You don't know what you want
But you know you can take it from me
If I wait until tomorrow
For what I couldn't have today
Might your heart be free to borrow
Or would I still have to pay
I confess
That my lust
Is a sign that I shouldn't trust
My heart with you
Oh my god, sweet darlin'
Ya know you really scare the wits out of me
You pretend to be falling while you're
Picking me out of your teeth
You consent to my calling
But you never come crawling to me
Oh my god, sweet darlin'
You don't know what you want
But you know you can take it from me
(Sweet darling, why won't you take it from me?)
And it won't be long
But I could be wrong
And robbed of my sense before I
Manage to say to myself
Oh my god, sweet darlin'
Ya know you really scare the wits out of me
You pretend to be falling while you're
Picking me out of your teeth
You consent to my calling
But you never come crawling to me
Oh my god, sweet darlin'
You don't know what you want
But you know you can take it from me
Ya don't know what you want
Ya know you can take it from me
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