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You don’t even wanna be my friend
And all this time I thought you weren’t so bad
You don’t even know my name
Didn’t even ask me for my name
You don’t even know the things you’ve done
Center of your own universe
I don’t really know you
I don’t really care
Water on the shore
I don’t really know you
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Burn Me A Candle
05:06
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Burn me a candle, blending the fragrant
Air of a romance and deceit
Burgundy shades an abomination
Darkness upon my weary soul
Touch in the open wounds of a good girl
Tongue down her vodka, poison throat
Build us a temple, love and devotion
And in the center, make it hollow
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Would You Love Me
04:13
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Indian Run
02:01
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ORASHTA
03:54
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Black Beetle
03:42
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Black beetle, black beetle
Are you serious?
Black beetle, black beetle
Take yourself seriously
Ten thousand plagues are upon you
And you’re in constant comedy
I’m jealous, so jealous
How can he touch you
In places, soft places
Where I’ve touched you gently
When you held watermelons on your shoulders
And secrets in your stomach
Now blue lights blink with science fiction
Black beetle, black beetle
Are you serious?
Black beetle, black beetle
Take my word serious, please
Ten thousand plagues are upon you
You are in constant misery
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7. |
Spanish Gold
04:23
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8. |
MANNA
05:33
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Two men go walking down the same old dirty dusty road
Neither one knowing which way the other will go
Pack your belongings, come and meet your brothers at sea
Take anything you want, brother you know I won’t leave
I hope the sky wherever you are rains manna
They’ll be magic and mysteries, futile to future Japan
Voodoo on lovers who refuse to even hold hands
Mountains that overlook Mediterranean seas
Gypsies in mud huts who talk tongues and know of everything
I hope the sky in that paradise rains manna
Because I’ve been curled up and captured, a dog in a hundred foot cage
The food on the ground and the bed is barely in my name
Brother you know I’d come see you if that was your will
When the wind and the weather and the water is finally still
I hope the sky in that prison yard rains manna
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