1. |
Big, Black Hole
02:04
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If I could, I'd eat your heart.
I'd bleed your pain and drink your fears away.
A big, black hole in your chest.
They'll get nothing when they reach in.
A big, black hole.
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2. |
Candle In My Head
02:17
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It's the same. It's the same old story again.
It's the same. It's the same old story again.
What I wanna know, is will I ever feel human again?
It's the same tune again. It's the same tune I sing again.
It's the same shit again and what I want to know, is what I want to know.
It's what I want to know.
I'm a man with a candle in his head and I want to know, is too fast too slow?
I'm a man with a pistol in my hand and I want to know, pull it or no?
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3. |
Put Me On A Shelf
01:00
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So, when you try and "figure out yourself" do you put me on a shelf?
And when you end up lying on your back, do you think to call me back when you're through?
Well, what do I do? Nobody told me and I don't know what to do.
Don't know what to do.
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4. |
Lead Into the Skull
03:08
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Was he sitting there beside you when I called and couldn't reach you?
When you let him get inside you were you shaking all over?
I get so sick that I can't stand it and I wonder, do you care at all?
And I don't wanna be that guy but I get the feeling you've been running 'round.
You're stepping out, you're fucking everyone in town.
Lead into the skull and it's all over now. Your story's spilled over, come on and snuff my candle out.
Lead into the skull and it's all over now. The heartache's all over. The pain is all over.
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Hero
03:00
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You're not the hero you think you are. You have saved no one, certainly not yourself.
You're not a person. Maybe you were.
Oh, you can be honest like I can pretend that you don't exist.
Short term sadness in exchange for long term happiness but neither can be attained.
You're not a hero. You think you are.
Your words are for show. Do you really think I don't know what you are?
Do you?
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6. |
Fuck The Smiths
02:27
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Thursday night I'm gonna lose my mind. I'm gonna stay out 'til the morning light.
I never said I was afraid to die and never said I was afraid to try.
I'm gonna lose my mind on Thursday night. I'm gonna find a girl and make her mine.
Yeah, we're pissed on the weekends. Yeah, we're pissed on the weeknights before long.
Thursday night I'm gonna lose my mind. I'm gonna find that girl and make her mine.
Thursday night I'm gonna lose my mind. I'm gonna stay out 'til the morning light.
I never said I was afraid to die and never said I was afraid to try.
I'm gonna lose my mind on Thursday night. I'm gonna find a girl and make her mine.
Yeah, we're pissed on the weekends. Yeah, we're pissed on the weeknights before long.
Thursday night I'm gonna lose my mind. I'm gonna find that girl and make her cry.
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Please, come over after work. You won't have to say a word.
I just want to see if your heart beats for me when it's out of your chest.
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8. |
Bad News, Baby
03:24
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Everything is quiet. Everything is calm except these thoughts.
My limbs are on fire. I think I have a handle, but what I've got is a handful of lies that I feed myself to keep me in line when everything is quiet. When everything is calm except these thoughts.
Everything is quiet. Everything is calm except these thoughts.
My head is on fire. I thought I had a handle, but all I've got is a gun in my hand with one in the chamber to send this one home.
Everything is quiet. Everything is calm except these thoughts.
I have got bad news, baby. You're gonna die tonight and there'll be no man, no. No man and no motorbike.
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9. |
Almost Pretty Sure
02:03
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I took my hands from 'round her neck. I'd squeezed until I felt her last breath...and she deserved it.
I'm almost pretty sure she'd been stepping out on me.
And I'm almost pretty sure that I'm the same man I used to be.
I'm almost pretty sure....
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10. |
Train
04:21
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In every heart there is a hole. In every heart there is a light.
I came crashing through to "save" you. I came crashing through the night.
The words you used to hurt me...all pushed aside.
So young, so hurt, so angry...so much pride.
The worst of you still haunts me. Residual, alive.
And that's the price you pay for getting in the way of a speeding, runaway train.
The fire in your brain. The blood will stain your face. Our bodies torn and maimed. We will never be saved.
Some stones to step on before you left here to make it easier to part.
They came crashing through to save you and trample on a broken heart.
All the people you used to hurt me kept me awake at night.
So young, so hurt, so angry. So much pride.
The worst of you will haunt me. The rest of you will die.
And that's the price you pay for getting in the way. We were a runaway train.
The fire in my brain. The blood will stain your face. Your body torn and maimed. We will never be saved.
Runs through cemeteries, talks of being married. You stared into my eyes. Sometimes we held so tight all through the night.
We would wake ourselves in the morning light to kiss under the young sun.
There's a price to pay for trying to live that way.
I will never be safe.
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11. |
Nobody Else's Eyes
02:08
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If I what I say isn't graceful...it's just words.
If my songs are all so bad, I was still good.
I only wanted to love you if I could.
I see nobody else's eyes staring me down whenever I shut mine.
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12. |
Big Hair Baby
02:53
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We don't give a damn, baby, 'cause we know how we do.
You got big hair, baby and I'm in love with you.
And I do what I like.
And you do what you like.
Then we do what we like and we dance the night away.
Big Hair Baby, we're sleepin' all day.
I dig the replacements, baby and you like Husker Du.
I don't give a damn, baby 'cause I'm in love with you.
And I do what I like.
And you do what you like.
Then we do what we like and we dance the night away.
Big Hair Baby, we're sleepin' all day.
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