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Something To Talk About
03:05
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I've got a runaway bag at the end of my bed
I'm still looking for ways to get out of my head
Without waking up when all the green men turn to red
If I were you I wouldn't lean on me
I'm dirty and aching places you can't see
But there you all are waiting for the start of the party
I've got it all figured out
I give you something to talk about
But is that enough to keep you hanging around, oh
Is that enough to keep you hanging around?
Another year another Christmas card
I hope we never see inside each other's hearts
'Cos there's less care there than there ever was at the start
Everybody's got a sorry tale
Everyone's one gunshot away from jail
But I can't bear that you saw me there so frantic and frail
I've got it all figured out
I give you something to talk about
But is that enough to keep you hanging around, oh
Is that enough to keep you hanging around?
If I let you all in can I get you out again?
It's a haunted house in here
And you might want your money's worth of fear
And then come the day when I can finally say
"Yes I'm doing well"
You will all still know me as the girl who came from hell
Came from hell.
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Kohar River
03:02
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Taking bets and taking guesses
Taking to the water for to find
Veins and seams of buried treasure
Rumoured all along the railway lines
On the look out
On the look out
On the look out
For things that can be sold
But we dug under the cross and found another kind of gold
And we can't take it home, we can't take it home
Routes mapped on loose scraps of letters
Left to fester in our bags
'Cos we're following lay lines
Rolling down the river with the tides
On the look out
On the look out
On the look out
For things that can be sold
But we dug under the cross and found another kind of gold
And we can't take it home, we can't take it home
Now I am the collector of things that you can't see
Things that you can't see
And I've got holes where the gold fell through the boat
But I know that I can reach the sea
Oh, I can reach the things that can be sold
And I dug under the cross and found another kind of gold
And I can take it home
I can take it home
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People Pleaser
01:44
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Don't make a fuss
But there's this girl every day on my bus.
Don't make a scene
But she's the queen of everything.
Don't get upset
But I'd kiss her if she let me,
But don't worry, it's not going to happen.
Every time I see her I hope I won't always have to be
a people pleaser
I bet that she never smells of last night's sex
nor other fellow's cigarettes neither
But me and all my friends are alcoholics
And it takes a shitty job to fund it
So we're selling electronics
In a chain store, in a mall,
in the town next door to the one she was born in
Every time I see her I hope I won't always have to be
a people pleaser
She has several separate kinds of hairstyles
And she don't smile when I sit down near her
And I would like to take her out
but there's nothing to talk about
And I can safely say
She'd never spend the day
With the girl from the store, in the mall,
in the town next door to the one she was born in
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Tandem
02:58
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I am a bicycle built for two
And darling I'm not talking about me and you
I've got two people living in me
And you married the first one
But now the other's got free
And I don't know
Can't control
When she will come and when she'll go
And the first one you know and you'll love 'til the end
But the second one's come back
to ruin things again
Well the first one thinks she can conquer the world
She'll say anything except the word "no"
And her veins are full of honey
And her frame's made of stone
But the second one is made up of kerosene and snow
And I don't know
Can't control
When she will come and when she'll go
And the first one you know and you'll love 'til the end
But the second one's come back
to ruin things again
Well the first one thinks she can carry it all
She's got it covered, she won't let it fall
She's a shark in a goldfish bowl
But the second one can't swim and is painfully small
And I don't know
Can't control
When she will come and when she'll go
And the first one you know and you'll love 'til the end
But the second one's come back
to ruin things again
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Archipelago
02:50
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He writes his songs sitting at his window
He says tell me something about you I don't know
For a shy boy he's got lots to say
And I think he feels things strongly and in all the right ways
And I've never written a song without a sad bit before
But I'm running out of ways to imply I couldn't like you more
Well there's just nothing better than a handsome man
Who can't quite see himself the way I can
What are you doing tomorrow?
Do you have any plans?
You've got foreign blood but familiar hands
And I've never written a song without a sad bit before
But I'm running out of ways to imply I couldn't like you more
Well you've got your island and I've got mine
And we better treasure them all of our lives
But I see no reason why you and I
wouldn't make pretty wonderful partners in crime
And I've never written a song without a sad bit before
But I'm running out of ways to imply I couldn't like you more
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The Stitchers London, UK
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