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The Art
02:24
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you're such a tease with your hands inside my pockets
those big blue eyes rollin' round inside their sockets
the afternoon's ashes are falling all around me
just like the day you fell under the bed and found me
i know you're getting tired of counting every dollar
but all of this ink is runnin' all over my collar
i need another drink if you're asking my opinion
just add it to the list of my bad decisions
i won't love you when you're sober
just like the art of rolling over
you're like a rock and roll prostitute
an aging rock and roll prostitute
the blood on your hands
is the heart of a man
i won't love you when you're sober
just like the art of rolling over
you're like a rock and roll prostitute
an aging rock and roll prostitute
i won't kiss you in the morning
your empty heart is just a warning
you're like a rock and roll prostitute
an aging rock and roll prostitute
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Stolen
02:02
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i think it's copper that i'm tasting
i'm always lost and this trail needs blazing
hey, i'm not saying you're what i need
but i think my head needs rearranging
i didn't beg to be broken
i didn't even ask forgiveness
we fell apart and fell asleep
and i was stolen, i won't be stolen again.
it felt a magazine cover
we just defaced it
just like a problem i would leave it at the back door
and you're just too wasted
like incense i slipped behind your eyelids
that's just the impression that you give
hey that's no problem you don't see me
you know you'd give your life just to believe me
i didn't beg to be broken
i didn't even ask forgiveness
we fell apart and fell asleep
and i was stolen, i won't be stolen again.
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Glory
02:31
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to the factory that bore me
and the dirt you left me in
if i knelt and ran from glory
then i'll wash it from my filthy skin
in the bondage of my cynicism
"you're impure" myself i told
and the days of tears and no solution
lay buried in my chest of gold
well you can call me jesus's partner
or don't
i don't need your sacrilege
or you can call me satan's helper
or don't
i don't want your patronage
and my tongue is a vengeful serpent
and my head is much too strong
still my fear is almost gone
and my feet will never buckle
and my tears won't turn to stone
and i'll never have to go it alone
we turn and run from glory
but the glory is our own
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Pilgrim
02:19
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i'm a young man
what's it to you
i just want to see what suits you
let me place a flower above your hand
my whole life is a weak existence
i'm asking you to provide some resistance
i'm just too petty
and you're a pilgrim
i want both of our hands in the system
don't be so frustrating
if you're the place-mat
then i'm waiting
do you remember the all the streets i showed to you?
do you remember all the stars i sold to you?
my whole life is a weak existence
i'm asking you to provide some resistance
i'm just too petty
and you're a pilgrim
i want both of our hands in the system
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5. |
'88
02:20
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it started back in '88
i had three tears in my face when i was pushed through the gate
i knew my mother's hand was too rough to touch
i prayed for pain but it became too much
stood in the face of my beholder
and now my heart is getting colder
all the words that were spoken
and i couldn't even play broken
sharp bones left my limbs too sore
i had to cut my face to cut to my core
i ran so i'd be left alone without
but i wish my living room wasn't so peaceful now
i told you you would find yourself
i felt your eyes in the darkness
i wish i didn't have this sickness
i wish it wasn't so easy
i wish you didn't believe me
you'll never live to admit to
all the fire that we ran through
this is my promise to you
i'll live the way we talked about it when i lived within truth.
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