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Land Of The Used
03:56
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Tapestry
Hung from a weather vain
Books left unread, all these word left unsaid
Somethings, never change
As the time drew near
My head it was clear, for the second time
And now I know, I know
Misfortune comes in two's
Jukebox pumpin' out those rhythm and blues
Oh it's closing time in the land of the used
I was born like this
I had no choice
We are all born with the gift of a golden voice
Now grey seeps into your hair
your youth has abandoned you
Grow gracefully old
You are worth much more than you know
People skipping' in their Sunday shoes
The congregation's up in arms as if the Bible was the truth
Jukebox still pumpin' out those rhythm and blues
Don't give your heart to a gambler he'll only lose
Don't give your heart to a gambler
He'll only push you away
Don't give your heart to a gambler
He'll only lead you astray
Don't give your heart to a gambler
He'll only push you away
Don't give your heart to a gambler
He'll only drive you insane
Don't give your heart to a gambler
He'll only push you away
Don't give your heart to a gambler
Don't give your heart to me
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2. |
Wheels In Motion
03:10
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You are
A part of Me
Knowing this is so easy
When you are
My clearest skies
You're what sets the wheels in motion
You are the long arm of the law
But that's not all you are
You are
My pride and joy
You are
Everything I see
You clear my mind
You always know what keeps me going
Reason that I've come this far
You're a bird forever soaring
But that's not all you are
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3. |
Somewhere In Between
04:31
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How the other half live
Is no concern of mine
apparently, aristocracy has its perks
And when the last few jars of caviar
Come rollin' through and through
Is it brain or braun that will help me find you
And then somebody new appeared and asked me what I'd heard
I told them all I knew but christ I struggled for the words
With seven naked ladies he's a crowd pleasing man
Curling the drain is it real or not
When life gets in the way is that real or not
I know my place, it is
Somewhere in between the years
I can't be everything you want me to be but I can try
Oh the misanthropes will show you the ropes
Oh the next big thing is when they certainly bring
new rules into play you're unable to change
Oh an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind
Do you see
And following a lead I fall in and out of style
Brandishing my thoughts I feel naked by design
Lying languid in a belvedere with heated pool and bar
Curling the drain is it real or not
When life gets in the way is that real or not
I know my place, it is
Somewhere in between the years
Good thing I know my place
It takes time to heal
good thing I act my age
Give them an inch they;; take a mile
I know my place
And this is weird
But something tells me it's not here
It's not here
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4. |
Roses Like Weeds
04:12
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Money,
Don't grow on trees
Nothing
Is like it used to be
You tried to tell me
But I paid no heed
Now I wallow
Misery
If you tried to fight me
I'd see that you'd win
for you
I'd go to hell and back again
Well roses
In the garden
They grow like weeds
But only sometimes
All my defences are down
Am I Vulnerable
Take what you need I won't be there to know
Well I'm that meal when you're hungry
That drink when you're dry
My friend
I've been to hell and back again
Just to die easy
It's seems like a hard thing to do
Though you openly define me
Oh remember when I moved in you
Oh the truth left unspoken
Is as good as a lie,
Why don't you read between the lines
I'm just that meal when you're hungry
That drink when you're dry
My friend I've been to
Hell and back again
My friend I've been to
Hell and back again
My friend I've been to
Hell and back again
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