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Filed Teeth
03:20
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Stolen kiss in a car | But there’s no love there | Hesitant September air | We should go into the bar | And I know it’s not fair | But I’m the reason we’re here | Gonna take, take, take | Just a little bit more | Gonna give, give, give | Cause I know what this is for | But I reap what I sow | I won’t pretend I didn’t know | Your preference for a lady in white | Dinner’s at six | The table’s been set | An empty chair | For an ever missing guest | We covered her eyes | Don’t act so surprised | She don’t ask anymore | Blood lust yeah, I trained you for this | Your razored teeth and a tuxedo vest | But that young girl, they’re gonna put it in print | But God knows yeah | It don’t get’s better than this | If you got the rhythm, then I got rhyme | And an act of passion is hardly a crime | But I reap what I sow | I won’t pretend I didn’t know | And they’re revving to go | So, on with the show
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4th of July
03:23
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You don’t talk back | I gotta hand on your mouth | You like the last laugh | Yeah I figured you out | You go ah ah ah ah | You got a drink in your hand | You gotta pretty wife | I know the things that you did | I like the last laugh | Yeah I figured you out | I go ah ah ah ah | When I found you | I wrote your name on my wall | I built the tallest towers | Cause I know you like to watch them fall down | When I found you | Someone to watch over me | I heard your voice and | It’s like a shot in the dark | You broke the window | You’re drawing lines on the floor | You go ah ah ah ah | You’ve got Firework eyes | Humming melodies, spitting prophetic lies | You say hey May | It’s the fourth of July | I go ah ah ah ah | All those little birds | Flew home and said | The king of summer | He’s black and blue in your bed | You’re gonna come when I call | Someone to watch over me | When I found you
I wrote your name on my wall | I built the tallest towers | Cause I know you like to watch them fall down | Someone to watch over me
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Hummingbird
02:47
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When she’s mad she talks with her hands | hummingbird girl won’t rest with me | When she’s mad she talks with her hands | Hummingbird girl won’t rest with me | Just wanna catch your smile | Just wanna catch your smile | Your mouth hangs like sheets on a line | Don’t care girl long as you're mine | Need grace under pressure, pressure | Need grace under pressure, pressure | Need grace under pressure, pressure | You get so hot, you get so hot | I don’t care if you’re a Jackie O oh oh | I don’t care if you’re a Marilyn Monroe oh oh | I don’t care if you’re a Jackie O oh oh | I don’t care if you’re a Marilyn Monroe oh oh | Just wanna catch your smile | Just wanna catch your smile | Your mouth hangs like sheets on a line | Don’t care girl long as you're mine | Need grace under pressure, pressure | Need grace under pressure, pressure | Need grace under pressure, pressure | You get so hot, you get so hot | Hummingbird needs space to be | Blank page and evergreen | Deep blue and honeycomb | Come here now, where you belong | Whoa whoa, whoa whoa
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Little Lolita
03:43
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He’s looking rather pious | Stiff collar sallow skin | Muttering versus, sputtering curses | Sweat dripping down his neck | I go oh uh oh oh uh oh oh oh | He’s got his nose pressed to the glass | Little girls tugging skirt hems, holding hands | They go oh uh oh, oh uh oh oh oh | He calls me little Lolita | A born again believer | When he stops I go | When I hush he’ll know | He says don’t even try it | put your hands in your lap | and I’m pretty as a picture, neat as a pin | No more oh uh oh, oh uh oh oh oh | He's got a strong grip and a righteous hand | He calls me little Lolita | A born again believer | When he stops I go | When I hush he’ll know | He makes a pass at a waitress | She leaves a lipstick stain on the glass | Pretty as a picture, neat as a pin | Does he call her little Lolita?
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Fox in the Hunt
03:50
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You don’t touch | No hands on me | You don’t touch | No hands on me | You’re just a suit in my hand | You’re just a suit in my hand | Until I lay you down, and play what I got | There’s no rest for me | The wicked they come | There’s no rest for me | The fox in the hunt | The monster on the table | All covered with cords and cables | You flipped the switch to my machine | Gave me the power I need |
You’re just a suit in my hand | You’re just a suit in my hand | Until I lay you down, and play what I got | There’s no rest for me | The wicked they come | There’s no rest for me | The fox in the hunt | They all fall a little bit in love with bright lights and warm nights | They all fall a little bit in love with white doves and satin gloves | I am a fighter starter | I am the one who made you | Fall from grace | I am winning the race | Fall a little bit in love | With warm nights | And bright lights | Fall a little bit in love
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Pusher
03:35
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Hey little momma | Hey hey holy madonna | Hey little momma | Hey hey holy madonna | Crawl for your bread | Crawl just a decimal further | Crawl for your bread | Crawl just a decimal further | Not me I get what I want, want, want | I get what I want, want, want | Hey little pusher | Hey hey system abuser | Hey little pusher | Hey hey system abuser | Knees in the dirt, dig for your diamond forever | Knees in the dirt, dig for your diamond forever | I get what I want, want, want | I get what I want, want, want | Hey little momma | Hey Hey holy madonna | Hey little pusher | Hey hey system abuser | Knees in the dirt, dig for your diamond forever | Crawl for your bread, crawl just a decimal further
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7. |
Coming for You
03:10
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I leave a clean room | No blood on the floor | I leave a clean room no prints on the door | And I’m comin for you, and I’m comin for you | Stiletto click click down the hall | And a smokin gun | And I’m comin for you, and I’m comin for you | You can black your eyes | Always get my man | You can run and hide | Always get my man | And I’m comin for you, and I’m comin for you | Stiletto click click down the hall | And a smokin gun | Cause I get my man, always get my man | And I’m comin for you, and I’m comin for you
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8. |
June Bride
03:33
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You take care | Cause pretty girls always choose | They truly set the mood | It’s alright we can go slow | I got nothing but time, and nowhere to go | I have become a maker of maps | I know where I’ve been | I’ll let you fill in the rest, go west | Never could be a June bride | Too many places in July to hide | Never could be a June bride | Too many places in July to hide | Maybe it’s true | Maybe I never was better, than 19 | Crossing Canadian borders | Kissing soldiers goodbye | At 20 I learned how to cry | Never could be a June bride | Too many places in July to hide | Never could be a June bride | Too many places in July to hide | Fall is calling | Fall is calling me | Little white lace gloves | Never could keep them clean | Never could | Be that good | All of my friends | They have out grown their boxes | I picked all the locks | And I found us a place to go | Where we will never grow old | Never, Never | Whoa whoa | All of my friends | They have out grown out their boxes | I picked all the locks | And I found us a place to go | Where we will never grow old
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9. |
Run
03:14
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Run
Can’t write it down | Cause if anyone finds out | They’ll come with their torches | Can’t say the words | Cause if anyone finds out | They’ll come panting and snapping their jaws | Don’t flinch, when the whip cracks | Don’t flinch, when he chews on my name | Because if anyone finds out | There'll be hell and back to pay | Run to the place we agreed upon | Run cause they’re catching on to me
Run cause they’re gaining ground on us | and I can’t keep us safe, anymore | Hey lover, I lay my head down | Hey lover, heavy wears the crown | Sometimes love isn’t enough and | Sometimes I wanna give up and | Hey lover, I lay my head down | Hey lover, heavy wears the crown | Cause mother was never a name I was called | Cause mother, was never my name | Run to the place we agreed upon | Run cause they’re catching on to me | Run cause they’re gaining ground on us | And I can’t keep us safe, anymore | Hey lover, I lay my head down | Hey lover, heavy wears the crown | Cause mother was never a name I was called | Cause mother | I run, run, run
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10. |
Surrender
03:31
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Bitten and burned | Inked and marked up | Salted and worn | The best thing
you ever did was | Tie me up for you, you | Time for up for you | Tie me up for you, you | Time for up for you | We've got my body | And your body | And everybody we know | My body and your body and | Everybody we know | Back to the start | Cuffed and tongue tied | Bound by a word | The best thing I ever did | Was to present for you, you | I'll present for you | To present for you, you | I’ll present for you | We've got my body | And your body | And everybody we know | My body and your body and | Everybody we know | We've got my body | And your body | And everybody we know | My body and your body and | Everybody we know | Surrender my dear woah oh | Submit to your fear woah oh | Surrender my dear woah oh | Submit to your fear woah oh | Surrender my dear woah oh | Submit to your fear woah oh | We've got my body | And your body | And everybody we know | My body and your body and | Everybody we know | Surrender my dear woah oh | Submit to your fear woah oh | Surrender my dear woah oh | Submit to your fear woah oh | Surrender my dear woah oh | Submit to your fear woah oh
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11. |
Animal Sounds
05:11
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Have I lost my touch? | Paperplane words getting tossed around | She's got no rings | She's only got one name | I'm so sick of you | Beggin me to bare my teeth | Bangin your drum | Howlin come come come | You're looking for a quick fix miracle drug | Say hallelujah baby | And you strangle my love | You strangle my love | he gets me all stripped down | I get his animal sounds | You're possessed by the hunt | A wreck for my ghost | rock and roll | baby be the next big thing
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