1. |
Sublet Song
03:29
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Gonna sublet my apartment
and drive, drive, drive away
Gonna cut off all my hair
and change, change, change my name
Cause I can't run
I can't run
like I used to
Cause I can't wait
I can't wait
like I used to
I'm where nobody knows me now
but all I can think is how
I'll never see your face again
Waiting for the clouds to part
tearing me apart
I'll never play outside again
Cause I can't run
I can't run
like I used to
Cause I can't wait
I can't wait
like I used to
And I can't
catch up to you, my dear
you're like a bullet
in a flash you disappear
And I can't
hold onto you, my dear
you're like an atom bomb and
I'm waiting for the smoke to clear
I think I've made a big mistake and
all of a sudden my life's a mess
and my heart sinks like a stone
when I think of all the girls back home
what Jenny would look like
in a wedding dress
Cause I can't love
I can't love
like I used to
And I can't find
the right words to say
like I used to
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2. |
Sweet Ride
04:22
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Are you ever scared
of the people that you meet?
Do you run and hide
in the playground
across the street?
Do you still dye
your hair in the kitchen sink?
Do you still turn into somebody else
every time you blink?
Sweet ride
you're on
but inside
you're gone
I know
it doesn't mean nothing
but, baby, you know how
to get under their skin
Do you ever leer at people
on the street?
Undress them with your eyes
from head to feet?
You've been told it's wrong
to look that way
You can't watch that long
turn your eyes away
You can't stare
I know
it's not fair
so let go
I know
it doesn't mean nothing
but, baby, you know how
to get under their skin
I know
it doesn't mean nothing
but, baby, you know how
to get under their skin
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3. |
Atomic Blonde
03:30
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Atomic blonde,
the lights are out
and the curtains have been drawn
And as his hands travel to
the other side of the couch you're gone
Atomic blonde,
you're just a thought
made of platinum-colored dye
And when your hair
grows back in brown
you just might step aside
Atomic blonde,
the pattern on
your wilted expression
gives way to vulnerabilities
and bouts of depression
Atomic blonde,
losing her feet
to the soul-train of her dress
a ragged piece of Queen Anne's lace
a signal for distress
Atomic blonde,
the platinum
anniversary of your death
We'll save a few personal things
like a jar of your last breath
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4. |
Jumping Fences
06:05
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Charlene,
you've got gloves
for hands
how can you even stand
not knowing what things feel like?
Charlene,
you've got wheels
for feet
how can you walk
down the street?
People's faces must look
like a blur
Maybe
taking chances
is not something you're suited for
Never
jumping fences
when the risk is so much more
A new day
comes
but you just want
the other one
yesterday, the day that's gone
and you'll cry and scream and shake
til you get your way
But that's not how
it works
no matter how much you twist and jerk
you just end up
where you were
and nobody's there to tell you where
to go
Maybe
taking chances
is not something you're suited for
Never
jumping fences
when the risk is just so much more
Always
wear a helmet
even when you're walking to the store
Keep your
head protected
You never know what you might
need it for
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