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Madonna
04:24
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You don’t have to say you love me
You don’t have to say you don’t
But don’t have to say you want me but you’re better alone
You don’t have to be a beggar
You don’t have to be the boss
We don’t have to stay together when the feeling is lost
You don’t have to be Madonna to sing me that song again
Cause I never thought I’d walk down the hall where you lived
And hear you pleading come and take off the clothes you’re in
I never thought I’d have such a wonderful friend
You don’t have to be from Memphis
You don’t have to be from Maine
You don’t have to drive a Lexus or a woman insane
You don’t have to run for mayor
You don’t have to run from cops
You don’t have to run a fortune fiver straight to the top
You don’t have to be Madonna to sing me that song again
Cause I never thought I’d walk down the hall where you lived
And hear you pleading come and take off the clothes you’re in
I never thought I’d have such a wonderful friend
You don’t have to be a sinner
You don’t have to be a saint
You don’t have to eat your dinner but you paid for the plate
You don’t have to make a million
You don’t have to make a case
You don’t have to make a villain of a lover replaced
You don’t have to be Madonna to sing me that song again
Cause I never thought I’d walk down the hall where you lived
And hear you pleading come and take off the clothes you’re in
I never thought I’d have such a wonderful friend
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2. |
Out of Vogue
04:04
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I was lost in the forest and --
Accosted by a chorus of rich kids
With face lifts and cowlicks
And guns in their wallets
And burns upon the tops of their snakeskin
With such beautiful phrasing
Who’s got (who’s got)
The television on at the worst time of the week
My baby’s calling me from the county clink
(My mother drinks, the doctor thinks I’m crazy, says I should blame my father for the life that awaits me)
Out of vogue
Out of code
Out of touch, out of vogue
I was drowning in the water
And found there by the daughter of a sea king
A real powerful she-thing
And summer’s turned to fall
And I’ve found I’m getting caught in the real thing
Oh what a beautiful feeling
Who’s got (who’s got)
The television on at the worst time of the week
My baby’s calling me from the county clink
(My mother drinks, the doctor thinks I’m crazy, says I should blame my father for the life that awaits me)
Out of vogue
Out of code
Out of touch, out of vogue
Who’s got (who’s got)
The television on at the worst time of the week
My baby’s calling me from the county clink
(My mother drinks, the doctor thinks I’m crazy, says I should blame my father for the life that awaits me)
Out of vogue
Out of code
Out of touch, out of vogue
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Way down
South 87 in a one lane town
Bad Eddie’s getting into shit with another commuter
And their working up a plan that’ll settle it sooner
well who’d have thought a roadside feud could turn from nothing to that
(So don’t tell if your mother should ask)
Cause death comes for good sons so get with the bad
Full stop
Out the car and Eddie cold cocks him
a little harder And it warrants an investigation
So they haul him upstate with a life conviction
And tell him that’s the price that you’re paying but he smiles and laughs
(And you can say what you want about that)
Cause death comes for good sons so get with the bad
Born under a false sign,
Drunk at the wrong times
Walking like the living proof
Why you say death’ll come for good sons and not for you —-
Death comes for good sons and not for you
Hey child
Debts are gonna make you wait a while
Sex is gonna make you look at him like you’re meant to
When he tells you all the things that he wants to tell you
And helps you get a handle on forgiving the sins of your past
(Now you act how you’ve wanted to act)
Cause death comes for good sons so get with the bad
5 years,
Who’d have thought it’d take you 5 years
And all it brought you was a life in perpetual motion
An ex wife and a taste for suppressing emotion
And spending all your money trying to get what you can’t get back
(But there’s hope in faith you lack)
Cause death comes for good sons so get with the bad
Born under a false sign,
Drunk at the wrong times
Walking like living proof
Why you say death’ll come for good sons and not for you —-
Death comes for good sons and not for you
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4. |
From Dusk to Dawn
05:05
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I turned the radio off
I played the message back and waited for the static to stop
He says he’s had it with the love that we’ve got
And this manic disconnect of expectations we’ve brought
I guess we’re older now
I guess we’re older than the summer when we drove to my hometown
To see my sister laid into the ground
And we drank to calm us down
Said you felt like praying but we didn’t know how
And if you sing I’ll sing along
And if you’re leaving now, you’re leaving out your lover’s arms
Raise a glass to Casey Jones and to days of past and of fates unknown
When we’d lay awake playing our favorite songs
From dusk to dawn
From dusk to dawn
He makes the first line of attack
He drives his dagger down in her direction but she cuts him right back
Says you can dance, well I expected that
When you kept all that I gave and took the rest of what I had
And if you sing I’ll sing along
And if you’re leaving now, you’re leaving out your lover’s arms
Raise a glass to Casey Jones and to days of past and of fates unknown
When we’d lay awake playing our favorite songs
From dusk to dawn
(From dusk to dawn)
From dusk to dawn
From dusk to dawn
(From dusk to dawn)
From dusk to dawn
You say it’s late in the game
I say it’s darkest just before the sun replaces the rain
You say the meaning of our words is the same
And it’s only diverging expectation to blame
And if you sing I’ll sing along
And if you’re leaving now, you’re leaving out your lover’s arms
Raise a glass to Casey Jones and to days of past and of fates unknown
When we’d lay awake playing our favorite songs
From dusk to dawn
(From dusk to dawn)
From dusk to dawn
From dusk to dawn
(From dusk to dawn)
From dusk to dawn
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5. |
All the Best Debts
06:44
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