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She Sees Red
04:33
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She spins him lines
From old forty-fives
To slip into the zone
Explores to find
His colours behind
The curtains that she closed
She sees red
She sees red
Fantasies of love, instead
All she sees is red
Lust for the colours in his head
All she sees is red
Carved out of lies
She splinters and finds
Her way under his skin
Swayed by the time
She makes up her mind
With patience wearing thin
She sees red
She sees red
Fantasies of love, instead
All she sees is red
Lust for the colours in his head
All she sees is red
He's bleeding for the cover of her bed
All she sees is red
Wait, I can't be here with you
I have dug into another lover
They need to know who you are
To know you're from Mars
So they can dump their scars on you through the ozone
Well, I can't define
This tension that has built up inside
From when I gravitated to your irresistible thighs
We cast our love on a line
And when we get a bite we reel like fucking reptiles
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2. |
Peasant
04:49
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I look like shit
Been doing taxes
Papers flowing past my knee
Put ten dollars in my pocket
Now I've got nothing to eat
Won't you be my medication?
Need you there to ease my pain
When you put your fingers on me
It does something to my brain
I've been living hard
But, I've done my bit
Oh girl, I've got something to admit
I wanna be your peasant
Girl, I wanna be your peasant
Well, I've been working hard for nothing
All it does is wear me out
Put me right out of commission
Don't care what it's all about
Won't you shed some light
The way you like to do
Only you like me to do them
Things I like to do to you
I've been living hard
But, I've done my bit
Oh girl, I've got something to admit
I wanna be your peasant
Girl, I wanna be your peasant
I wanna be your peasant
Girl, I wanna be your peasant
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3. |
Meteors With Wings
04:15
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Come and hit the road with me, girl
Hold on tight, let's go for a whirl
Fountains full of dimes to leave behind
To follow what you close your eyes and find
Hey, sweetness
Don't you lose your thing
C'mon, fly with me now
We're meteors with wings
Look up to the top today
Take a breath and lead the way
What's behind is gone, our ground is strong
We'll find what lies ahead in not too long
Hey, sweetness
Don't you lose your thing
C'mon, fly with me now
We're meteors with wings
Hey, sweetness
Don't you lose your thing
C'mon, fly with me now
We're meteors with wings
Hey, sweetness
Don't you lose your thing
C'mon, fly with me now
We're meteors with wings
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4. |
Sirens
00:56
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5. |
The Deep
04:55
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I love the way you rock me sugar
I love the way you try to wear me out
'Cause even when your mouth ain't running
I feel the way you try to bring me down
Don't think I don't
Hey child
Drag me to your depths
I feel my breath escape me through your lips
You go down in the evening, and you
Bring it on in by the moon
I'm driving down the highway, pretty girl
Ninety miles an hour to get to you
Telling the truth
Hey child
Drag me to your depths
I feel my breath escape me through your lips
(Oo, oo, oo)
Quit acting like you don't have a clue
(Oo, oo, oo)
You've got them crying out for you, hey!
So, take me downstream, and bless me with your loving duress
And we can drift right down into the deep, dark water abyss
'Cause I'm in need of your love
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6. |
Made Of
04:46
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Vents cool this heat that warps the ground
Suspended mid-way with the sound
Your realisation's in the pound
From what they told you took that
What goes up
Must come down
But it rose up
Into the clouds
You've been weighed down and washed up
But, you know what you're made of
You've been weighed down and washed up
But, you know what you're made of
Sensations drift ashore as waves
Unveiling faces in their grains
Complexed of jumbled-lettered names
Wish you could rearrange
But, you can't spell
And they won't spill
And time won't tell
Them how you feel
You've been weighed down and washed up
But, you know what you're made of
You've been weighed down and washed up
But, you know what you're made of
You've been weighed down and washed up
But, you know what you're made of
You've been weighed down and washed up
But, you know what you're made of
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7. |
Place To Call Home
03:20
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I can feel it going away
I can feel it take me far away
From the tears I cried alone
I can feel it take me far away
Been looking for a place to call home
I can leave it all behind
I can try to leave it all behind
I could find just what I need
If I try to leave it all behind
Been looking for a place to call home
I can't find what I want
I want what I can never find
The rope I thrown is broke
I've got nothing to make my climb
Been looking for a place to call home
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8. |
Too Drunk
02:34
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Too drunk for lovin', I just want you to know
Got the feeling that you want to know that I love you so
Had I got it earlier, we would have been clear
But I gone and got myself another whiskey and beer
I know that you know that I'm not bluffing
I'm too drunk for loving!
It's not for nothing girl, so don't turn your chin
'Cause I've taken quite a liking to the tonic and gin
Don't try and make it like I'm doing you wrong
Take another shot with me, and we'll be getting along
I know that you know that I'm not bluffing
I'm too drunk for loving!
Too drunk for lovin', I just want you to know
Got the feeling that you want to know that I love you so
Don't try and make it like I'm doing you wrong
Take another shot with me, and we'll be getting along
I know that you know that I'm not bluffing
I'm too drunk for loving
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Nasty weather, wrote down on the cards
I concede we're hurting, but it's no cause for alarm
Got to heat it up past the thermostat
Shatter in their eyes, light a fire through the glass
Cook it, baby
Cook it now
If you mean to find love
Look through my window
Cut down little white dove
Look through my window
Hot water, whirling out the spout
Gotta twist it, baby, so the land is out of drought
Fire hurling down to rain on their parade
We can work it out, you're the one behind the flames
Work it, baby
Work it out
If you mean to find love
Look through my window
Cut down little white dove
Look through my window
If you mean to find love
Look through my window
If you mean to find love
Look through my window
Hell yeah
You gotta look through my window
Oh, you better look through my window
If you mean to find love
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10. |
Will
06:12
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Willy hailed from a valley up the Mississippi
He was bound for the town where he played his game
Made a life from betting on fights
He held the prize; it came at a price
Put a cap in a thief to defend his claim
Brandished a blade
Left with his brain beside his head
Willy knew that the sheriff was out to get him
So, he paid him a visit to clear his name
Sheriff lead him straight out the door
Said nothing more; his words were the law,
'Put a cap in a thief to defend your claim,
Brandished a blade
Left with his brain beside his head'
Willy travelled back late that day
To crooked looking trees which once stood straight
Ducked down flat as rifles fired
He had no other choice, the sheriff lied
Draw!
Willy gunned down the sheriff's men
Their blood ran thick, his options thin
Scraped the numbers from his guns and made new plans
To lay low west in native lands
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Creek Melbourne, Australia
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