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Carried Away
04:10
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When I was 17 I fell in love with every boy that I would meet
When I was 21 I was his first kiss thought we'd never be done
When I was 25, well you were 19 and it just didn't work like
But when we broke apart it was like standing on a cliff in the pitch dark
I got carried away
When I was in NYC I met a man caught up in monogamy
We danced the thinnest line, a dozen near misses every single night
But with the boundaries crossed it's like I found something I didn't know was lost
The right place, the wrong time, I couldn't be his and he wouldn't be mine
I got carried away
Red, Red, Red, we got lost in our heads
But you know we can't fight death
Now several years have gone, who knew a could freeze could last so long?
He said "something's broken," the short sharp slap when the truth is spoken
But can the heart be saved or do I have to climb out of my own grave?
Oh will I ever know, would you hold me or just let go?
I wanna get carried away
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One Tattoo
03:52
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Your lips, my lips, why can't we stay
Pressed together in this rainy doorway?
Another boy is waiting in a few year's time
So I guess I'll have to settle for just a few more nights
One tattoo's not enough for you and neither am I
So one last kiss then we'll call it quits for this lifetime
New York in Spring, you're photographing everything in sight
Red sky at night, sailor's delight, but he isn't mine
Your state, my state, why can't we stay
Pressed together every twenty days?
Another boy is waiting in a few year's time
So I guess I'm the one you're bouncing off till you find what's right
One tattoo's not enough for you and neither am I
So one last kiss then we'll call it quits for this lifetime
San Francisco in Spring, you're photographing everything in sight
Red sky at night, redhead's delight, but he isn't mine
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Leona
01:13
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I live on a road that's not a road anymore
And I love a man who doesn't care anymore
I swallow everything
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More
02:51
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I don't mean to sound greedy
I should be happy for the time
But I guess I want more
Than waiting for you to pick me up from the side
Can't you see, he's not me?
I don't mean to sound needy
On my own I do quite fine
But I guess I want more
Than waiting for my face to cross your mind
Can't you see, she's not me?
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Stung
03:18
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Wind your silver strings up now
Fill the room with sound
Tilt another bottle back
Dress it all in black
Tell me how you'd be with me
If it weren't for her
Ply your trade, your masquerade
Fuck us both over
Bounce another stake off your heart
The show is over
All those late night songs that we played
Here comes another
I didn't pull her away from you, she turned and walked
Being right is some kind of drug till you're cut off
Bounce another stake off your heart
The war is over
All those late night songs that we played
Is there another?
Lovesick and stupid in that motel, I got so lost
If being wrong is some kind of drug, please cut me off
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Junior Year
02:16
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Golden dancer, head held high
Boys and girls are swooning as he passes by
Tell me I'm so lucky, look me straight in the eye
You don't know he's laughing every time I cry
Is this love, is this love, is this love?
Yes it must, yes it must, yes it must
Staring at the ceiling as he pushes me
I make him feel so rejected if I don't meet his needs
And he can call me stupid, he can call me slow
But he was crying at my feet as I turned to go
Is this love, is this love, is this love?
No it must, no it must, no it must
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Ballerina
01:38
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Walk flat on your feet, not like a high heeled ballerina, little boy
Walk flat on your feet, not like a high heeled ballerina, she said
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Some Bodies
05:50
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Some muscles don't work like they want to
Some bodies just don't understand
One step and you're stuck on the outside
Some bodies just don't give a damn
If you say it out loud then you're marked with
A desire held out in your hands
If you keep it locked tight then you're left with
Some body who don't understand
You don't have to be good
You don't have to crawl up the stairs
You don't have to be good
You don't have to crawl
Some bodies just move to the front line
Some of us just hang in the back
Sharing jokes and don't spare the punchline
Some bodies just get photographed
Some circles just close from the inside
Some open at the touch of a hand
When you're out in the crowd are you left with
Some body who don't give a damn?
You don't have to be good
You don't have to crawl up the stairs
You don't have to be good
You don't have to crawl
There's a desert in your heart
There's an ocean in your lungs
There's a room here for your body
Find a home inside your bones
There's a desert in your heart
There's an ocean in your lungs
There's a room here for your body
Find a home inside your bones
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