1. |
Blue Eyes and Red Shoes
03:10
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Here she comes,
blue eyes and red shoes.
Here she comes watch out she'll chase you.
She's got those eyes that
hypnotize a man.
She's got those hands that
hold so well.
Bum bum bum...
Here she comes,
wide eyes she'll break you.
Here she comes,
watch out she'll take you.
Walk around while you're swept up in her eyes.
Hold her heart by a diamond string.
Bum bum bum...
Chorus: And when you're blue
she'll know just, just what to do.
And when you're glad,
she'll know just how to make you so sad.
Bum bum bum...
Here she comes,
sweet and addicting.
Here she comes,
watch out she'll take you.
To the pits of hell and back.
To the place where you'll never sleep.
Walk away,
darling it's best to.
Run away,
cause she'll never love you.
She makes love a sick twisted ride.
To the place where you'll never smile.
Bum bum bum...
Chorus//
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2. |
Come In
03:10
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Your eyes are burning in my back.
Don't know what i did to get here,
but when i leave i'm never coming back.
Again.
The stars look beautiful tonight.
Did they somehow happen,
to steal some of your shine,
again.
Chorus: And i know it's cold outside,
and i know you're angry with me.
But come in.
To my humble abode,
where i sit and i mope,
for you.
To my room full of tears,
for all of these years.
Over you.
Come in.
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3. |
Grandma
02:31
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Painted white letters
on a red window pane.
Hoping this year,
that we will all pass as sane.
But she doesn't laugh.
And she doesn't smile.
We pray and we pray
that she's here for a while.
We know that it's wishful,
to think that she's fine.
We threw her a penny,
and she threw us a dime.
Chorus: And we cry (we cry)
And we cry (we cry)
I know that it's hard,
starting over fresh.
But we see that you're trying,
and doing your best.
Hold your chin up now,
and we'll be holding your hand.
You're still my best friend,
until the end.
Chorus.
Painted white letters
on your red window pane.
Hoping this year,
that we will all pass as sane.
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4. |
His Illegal Self
03:14
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His illegal self,
flaunting his style.
His rolled up pants
and his hair,
and the girls go wild.
And his illegal
better watch out for him.
Cause he will break your heart,
baby on a whim.
Cause he will break your heart,
baby on a whim.
Chorus: So please don't pay attention
to my watering eyes.
His illegal self must have
walked on by.
And baby please dont his this
heart on my sleeve.
Cause it is cold and broken
just like me.
Just like me.
He never gave me love,
or happiness.
All he gave me was drugs
and lost innocence.
And i wave my childhood memories
out the door.
Cause they are gone and destroyed
they are no more.
Yeah they are gone and destroyed
they are no more.
Chorus
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5. |
July 7, 2013
03:04
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You left a note for me.
Before you went
to sail the sea.
Love will have no handcuffs on me.
And broken promises will set me free.
Now you have your much needed space and i,
have my insecurities.
Now you have your full beating heart and I
have your old set of keys.
Winter winds get cold sometimes,
when you're on the ocean wide.
If your jacket wears thin,
then come on home
and i'll welcome you in.
Do you miss the smell of my hair like I
miss the scent of your chest?
Is your space all that you dream it'd be?
Are you glad that you went?
If your hearts getting tired,
and your eyes are drawing closed.
Take a moment to think of this smile and then
let it all go.
Let my heart go.
Just please let me go.
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6. |
High
02:59
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I guess we crossed to many lines,
too many times.
I guess we fell kind of hard,
we were way to high on love
and high on lust.
But we had our pillows to break our falls.
We had our blankets to cover
our lies and deceptions
baby we were just high on love
and high on lust.
Baby we were just high on love
and high on us.
Chorus: well my heart,
is breaking slowly.
and my heart
well its a mess.
We broke these walls
that kept us holy.
Baby we were just high on love
and high on lust.
Maybe our parents were right
after all.
Maybe love isn't a big grand ball.
But it doesn't matter anyhow.
Cause we are practically strangers now.
Baby we were just high on love
and high on lust.
Baby we were just high on love
and high on us.
Chorus
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