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Throw You Down the Well
06:49
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Do you see what I see?
I see an opportunity
Because I broke my one rule,
I forgot to forget to forgive you
Come in, come here, come on,
I’ll throw you down the well
Come in, come here, come on,
I’ll throw you down the well
Leave some sighs and bones behind,
So there’s something to remember you by
You’ve become my own worst fear,
What I see is what I get and what I want is what I hear
Come in, come here, come on,
I’ll throw you down the well
Come in, come here, come on,
I’ll throw you down the well
Come on, baby, won’t you die a little for me?
Come in, come here, come on,
I’ll throw you down the well
Well, oh, well,
I’ll drag you down to Hell
Hell, oh, Hell
Come in, come here, come on,
I’ll throw you down the well
Come in, come here, come on,
I’ll throw you down the well
Come on, baby, won’t you die a little for me?
Come in, come here, come on,
I’ll throw you down the well
I’m just playing it safe by playing God,
I can’t concern myself with right or wrong
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Elephant Law
05:02
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Walk,
Drag your bones,
Smell the bright cold,
And do as you’re told
Don’t forget what they say,
There’ll be no dashes,
There’ll be no dates
Where’s tradition end and where’s the law begin?
Where’s the elephant end, where’s the law begin?
Walk,
Bone dry,
An ivory ghost town,
Where mammoths lie
Where’s tradition end and where’s the law begin?
Where’s the elephant end, where’s the law begin?
Fury and sound,
Buried in the ground,
Sand and dust,
Trunks and tusks
Where’s tradition end and where’s the law begin?
Where’s the elephant end, where’s the law begin?
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She’s miles away where neon signs are born
Touch and go, dime a dozen, cutthroat,
Pretends she’s southern so she can tell her joke
She’s such a fickle little waxwork
My baby, she lost her mind on Christmas day
Where did you go, my baby, where did you go?
My baby, she lost her mind on Christmas day
An unscrewed head steppin’ on hollow ground
In a broken promised land
With tin-thin skin and hooked on isolation,
Tip-toein’ ‘round a train wreck to prove she’s innocent
My baby, she lost her mind on Christmas day
Hangin’ out windows in fur coats,
Drinking invisible rum and Cokes,
Touch and go, dime a dozen, cutthroat,
She’s such a fickle little waxwork
My baby, she lost her mind on Christmas day
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Middle Step
08:23
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Sky falling gently,
Gently falling sky,
The armchair, what I live for,
And what I’ll die by
All around barroom philosophers,
One trick ponies cavorting as the experts,
Here where we drive the wrong way
And call it therapy
I know my A to Z’s here
I know the disease here
I know I don’t need to leave here
Just to know I don’t wanna be here
I must have tripped and missed the middle step,
Well I’ll see you again in the middle step,
I must have fell and hit the middle step,
Mind the gap in the middle step
Your kingdom’s gone and you can’t call home,
In a staring contest with a doll,
And in a mirror full of nuns,
Your powder keg went off like a dud,
Just a blind man in a room with a view
What’s worse than when the worst is filled with passion
And the worst don’t know what to do?
I don’t know what to do
I know my A to Z’s here
I know the disease here
I know I don’t need to leave here
Just to know I don’t wanna be here
I must have tripped and missed the middle step
Will I see you again in the middle step,
I must have fell and hit the middle step,
Bridge the gap in the middle step
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Leslie's Gone
06:01
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There’s a man,
his eyes are stone cold
There’s a man,
whose emotions are under control
This man,
His next role was foretold
He’s a man,
always so bold
Leslie, we’re all counting on you
Leslie, how long will you play the fool?
You landed too early, conditions weren’t right,
Should have stayed on the flight
Leslie, I miss you
There’s a man,
who swears to protect his queen
There’s a man,
Who does what he pleases between
This man,
Never first on the scene
He’s a man,
devoted his life to the screen
Leslie, we’re all counting on you
Leslie, how long will you play the fool?
You landed too early, conditions weren’t right,
Should have stayed on the flight
Leslie, I miss you
Miss you
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