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Just a Lemon: the irony of love and death
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The irony of love and death. Under here, you just take my breath away. Under here, the water flows over my head. I can hear the little fishes. Under here, whispering your most terrible name. Under here, they've given me starfish for eyes. And your head is a big red balloon. Under here, your huge hand is heavy on my chest. Ah, and under here, Sir, your lovely voice retreats. And yes, you take my breath away. Look at my hair, as it waves and waves. Sir, under here, I have such pretty hair.
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Just a Lemon: January 2007
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Hmm, if you thought the last song I posted was indecent, try this. I love the Afghan Whigs. Especially when I'm drunk. Ladies, let me tell you about myself. I got a dick for a brain. And my brain is gonna sell my ass to you. Now I'm ok, but in time I'll find I'm stuck. Cause she wants love, and I still want to fuck. Now that I'm ashamed. But the weight is off. Now that you're out of the way. And I can walk. You showed no sympathy, my love. And this was no place for you and me to walk alone. Doesn't get a...
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Just a Lemon: It's
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I don't care if monday's blue. Tuesday's grey and wednesday too. Thursday I don't care about you. It's friday I'm in love. Monday you can fall apart. Tuesday wednesday break my heart. Thursday doesn't even start. It's friday I'm in love. Sunday always comes too late. But friday never hesitate. I don't care if monday's black. Tuesday wednesday heart attack. Thursday never looking back. It's friday I'm in love. Monday you can hold your head. Tuesday wednesday stay in bed. On thursday watch the walls instead.
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Just a Lemon: February 2007
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Pleased to meet you. I got my head checked. By a jumbo jet. When I feel heavy metal. And I'm pins and I'm needles. Well I lie and I'm easy. All of the time but. Never sure when I need you. Pleased to meet you. I got my head done. When I was young. It's not my problem. It's not my problem. When I feel heavy metal. And I'm pins and I'm needles. Well I lie and I'm easy. All of the time but. Never sure when I need you. Pleased to meet you. Summer sunday and a year. She lives on love street. She has me and she.
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Just a Lemon: So old in my shoes
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So old in my shoes. Disarm you with a smile. And cut you like you want me to. Cut that little child. Inside of me and such a part of you. Oh the years burn. I used to be a little boy. So old in my shoes. And what I choose is my choice. What's a boy supposed to do. The killer in me is the killer in you. I send this smile over to you. Disarm you with a smile. And leave you like they left me here. To wither in denial. The bitterness of one who's left alone. Oh the years burn. Oh the years burn.
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Just a Lemon: Pleased to meet you
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Pleased to meet you. I got my head checked. By a jumbo jet. When I feel heavy metal. And I'm pins and I'm needles. Well I lie and I'm easy. All of the time but. Never sure when I need you. Pleased to meet you. I got my head done. When I was young. It's not my problem. It's not my problem. When I feel heavy metal. And I'm pins and I'm needles. Well I lie and I'm easy. All of the time but. Never sure when I need you. Pleased to meet you. Have you seen qarambol.
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Just a Lemon: amsterdam
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In the port of Amsterdam. There's a sailor who sings. Of the dreams that he brings. From the wide open sea. In the port of Amsterdam. There's a sailor who sleeps. While the river bank weeps. To the old willow tree. In the port of Amsterdam. There's a sailor who dies. Full of beer, full of cries. In a drunken town fight. In the port of Amsterdam. There's a sailor who's born. On a hot muggy morn. By the dawn's early light. In the port of Amsterdam. Where the sailors all meet. There's a sailor who eats.
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Just a Lemon: have a nice day my darling
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Have a nice day my darling. This love hereby expires. And i walk away. A kid in my heart. A revolver in my pocket. This love hereby expires. Have a nice day my darling. And i walk away. A river drifts along. Only a memory now,. The wistfully sleeping city. Withering away in photo albums. Like children and soldiers. Your face, like a daisy. This love hereby expires. And i walk away. A kid in my heart. A revolver in my pocket. This love hereby expires. Have a nice day my darling. And i walk away.
