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Rosie
03:22
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Everything’s coming up, Rosie
Since I left her in L.A
I’ve been walking on this broken leg
Trying to make it through the day
You’re gonna miss me
When you find out I’m missing
You’re gonna taste me
On those lips that you’ve been kissing behind my back
Oh Rosie, don’t you do me like that
Oh Rosie, don’t you do me like that
Everything’s coming up, Rosie
Since I walked her out that door
I got a mind to tell her what I’m thinking
Rosie what’d you go and do that for
You’re gonna miss me
When you find out I’m missing
You’re gonna taste me
On those lips that you’ve been kissing behind my back
Oh Rosie, don’t you do me like that
Oh Rosie, don’t you do me like that
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2. |
Make You Feel Blue
03:23
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I’ll be your baby if you want me
I’ll grow my hair long and keep it down
And I’ll get off work early on Friday’s
So we can get drunk and fool around
I wanna do bad things to you
I wanna do bad bad things to you
I wanna make you feel blue
I wanna make you feel blue like me too
Tell me that I’m your one and only
That you skipped out on the rest of the line
Just to be here in the morning
To see me on through until the night
I wanna do bad things to you
I wanna do bad things to you
I wanna make you feel blue
I wanna make you feel blue like me too
I wanna make you feel blue
I wanna make you feel blue
I wanna make you feel blue
I wanna make you feel blue, like I do
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3. |
Bad Man
03:20
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I’m a bad man
I cry alone
I still feel the fire burning
Deep down in my soul
Take me to your kingdom
Lay me down with my bones
Honey I’m a bad man with a heart full of stones
I’m a sad man
I’ve paid for all my wrongs
I tell you what you want to hear
Till the darkness has gone
Call it what you want
But I’m still living on the run
Honey I’m a sad man and I can’t move on
I’m a lost man
I’ve tried to find my way
Hiding in the corners of this empty state
I just burn those bridges down
Let the fire take my place
Honey I’m a lost man without a word to say
All these things I’ve been
What a cruel and tragic fiend
But in the black there’s this beast
Just a creature I’ve seen
A side of me
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4. |
Outside Of Life
03:44
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I’m on the outside of life
I can see you standing there in the light
While everybody’s walking, I’m running behind
Stuck on the outside of life
I could call you up again
Oh but baby what’s the point
Lets not pretend that you can do it for me better than I can
Cos after all you’re just a man
Don’t forget to wash your hands
Of all the shit and dirty things you’ve said
You just keep living as if you were born like that
Sometimes it’s easier isn’t it
Stuck on the outside of life
I’m on the outside of life
I’m stuck on the outside
I’m stuck on the outside
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5. |
Don't Give Up On Me
04:04
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There was a time
When I could love you without thinking
And this sadness of mine didn’t find it’s way to me so quickly
The night turns my bones into rust
My poor old soul wasn’t built that tough
I want you bad
I need your loving
Baby don’t give up on me
There was a time
When I felt so much older
And I didn’t have to try to keep my head above the water
The day turns my mind all around
My heavy heart wasn’t built to stand such ground
I want you bad
I need your loving
Baby don’t give up on me
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6. |
5am
03:04
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I woke you up
I know you hate that
You said you’d call the cops
Well you’re so melodramatic
I left my best shirt
Down in your basement
I know its 5am and I’m drunk
But I’m coming to take it
You are the king
Stop yelling at me
When I might be having your baby
And I want you to know
I want you to know
We drove all day
To West Virginia
The band I’m with we’re gonna play
I’m gonna try to ignore ya
But I’m weak as shit when it comes to you
I don’t wanna be your lover
Or your friend
But I do
You are the king
Stop yelling at me
When I might be having your baby
And I want you to know
I want you to know
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7. |
Saturday Night
04:36
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I know its cold where you are
The winters are long and the nights drag
You’re working behind some bar
Telling yourself that it’s alright
I like the way that we’d sing
In the early morning light
I like to lay next to you
And listen to Heart of Saturday Night
I dunno what makes you so sad
But I can see it weighing you down
You tell me you’re working through it
But I just wish I could pull you back it
I miss the way that we’d dance
Through the kitchen to your room
We’d lay on up through the night
Singing Fumblin With The Blues
Please don’t call me baby
I’m tired of this version of you
Please don’t call me baby
I’m tired
Maybe we were wrong when we said we were fine
I know you’ve been alone for most of your life
I miss the way that we’d sing
in the early morning light
I’d like to lay next to you
And listen to Heart Of Saturday Night
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8. |
Pissing On Everything
05:06
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Why don’t we
Get a coupla drinks
And watch the sad old guys
Blow away their dreams
Cos it’s pay day tonight
And I’m at Dukes on King
I could sure use you now to forget everything
I’m doing the best that I can
Baby it’s a tough time
When you’re walking a fine line
Between giving a shit
And pissing on everything
So why don’t you tell me
What you’ve been up to lately
Or was it just another bad year
Are you doing the best that you can
It’s getting harder to tell
If I’m doing well
Sometimes I could try harder
But I just cant be bothered
My friends keep asking
When is it gonna happen
Cos you’ve been working for something
Feels like you ain’t done nothing
Are you doing the best that you can
The best that you can
This ain’t Hollywood
You cant get big like you used to
This ain’t Hollywood
You can’t get your fix like you used to
Are you doing the best that you can
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See the lights fall on my face
And the crowd jumping out
I sold my soul so I could sing
Now I’m dancing with my ghost
So I’ll pull up my socks
Blow the roofs off
All my friends are dancers
But I’m gonna take my chances
Grab it by the balls
Baby walk real tall
All my friends are dancers
But I’m gonna take my chances
I remember what you said
About how everything changes you
And not to let it go to my head
Make your mother proud of you
So I’ll pull up my socks
Blow the roofs off
All my friends are dancers
But I’m gonna take my chances
Grab it by the balls
Baby walk real tall
All my friends are dancers
But I’m gonna take my chances
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