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tear it down
02:52
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don't tell your mama, close the door
don't tell your papa, that's for sure
so make your mind up, today, right now
tear it down, tear it down
gimmie a chance, gimmie a chance you say
here we go
don't tell your sister, where ya been
you know she fucks up, now and then
so make your mind up, today, right now,
tear it down, tear it down
gimmie a chance, gimmie a chance you say
here we go
so now the time has come to turn it all around
nothin' left for me to say,
tear it down
don't tell your mama, close the door
don't tell your papa, that's for sure
so make your mind up, today, right now
tear it down, tear it down
gimmie a chance, gimmie a chance you say
here we go, here we go, here we go
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2. |
missing links
02:39
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do you think it's easy, follow every whim
better hope your mind recalls before the trial begins
case and point remember
time of the seasons coming on
missing links been searchin'
that mystery clue
maybe i should say a little prayer, over you
always under pressure, pressure from the game
everyday the world turns 'round
still everything's the same
case and point remember
time of the seasons coming on
missing links been searchin'
that mystery clue
maybe i should say a little prayer, over you
got you by the neck again
there's no way of knowing when
break the puzzle, spin that wheel and say
come on let it end
missing links been searchin'
that mystery clue
maybe i should say a little prayer, over you
do you think it's easy, follow every whim
better hope your mind recalls before the trial begins
case and point remember
time of the seasons coming on
missing links been searchin'
that mystery clue
maybe i should say a little prayer,
you're born to lose, born to lose born to lose
baby you're born to lose
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3. |
scumbag city girl
04:02
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i blame it on myself
really should have known, you'd cross the line
maybe hard to tell
thinkin' that i'd know, you in time
as scumbag city goes
you're on your own, all alone
hey scumbag city girl, won't ya
pick up the phone
i blame it on myself
even though ya left, a heavy load
maybe hard to tell
are ya really sad, to see it go
as scumbag city goes
you're on your own, all alone
hey scumbag city girl, won't ya
pick up the phone
mary, mary
mary, mary
i hope you take it oh so hard
mary, mary
mary, mary
the stake i'm driving through your heart
i don't care, i don't care
what happens anyway
i should've told ya, i should've told ya
yeah
scumbag city girl
i should've told ya, i should've told ya
yeah, yeah
scumbag city girl
mary, mary
mary, mary
i hope you take it oh so hard
mary, mary
mary, mary
the stake i'm driving through your heart
i blame it on myself
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4. |
i'm coming home
04:13
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battle lines down city streets
take a stand, yeah ya fight for
a piece of ground or just to eat
maybe all, you live and die for
new boss comin' on the line sayin'
trust me, yea we're doin' fine
closing in from left and right
it's the thing, yeah ya fight for
start again at the dead of night
maybe all, ya live and die for
new boss comin' on the line sayin'
trust me, yea we're doin' fine
i'm comin' home
minute men they look so neat
it's the cause, yeah ya fight for
with people dying all around your feet
maybe all, ya live and die for
new boss comin' on the line sayin'
trust me, yea we're doin' fine
i'm comin' home
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5. |
imaginary girl
04:07
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i see her, i reread her
might someday, could meet her
call, won't you answer the phone
just listen, my mission
don't come with, resisting
call, won't you answer the phone
imaginary girl, imaginary girl
won't you listen
imaginary girl, you're my world
your picture, there's no wonder
the spell i, fell under
call, won't you answer the phone
so listen, my mission
don't come with, resisting
call, won't you answer the phone
imaginary girl, imaginary girl
won't you listen
imaginary girl, you're my world
and now it seems forever
holdin' on and on and on
i tried to make it happen
takin' oh so long
yeah, maybe someday
i see her, i reread her
might someday, could meet her
call, won't you answer the phone
i'm callin', callin', callin'
imaginary girl, imaginary girl
won't you listen
imaginary girl, you're my world
imaginary girl, imaginary girl
won't you listen
imaginary girl, you're my world
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tunnel vision
03:08
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crazy in the head, yea you're messin' with my mind
is something that i said gonna make your heart go blind
can't you just refrain, from drivin' me insane
i buckle under pressure and you might just set me off, oh yea
my back's against the wall
your just a tunnel vision girl in a tunnel vision world, that's all
never can you see but you don't need glasses on
a no direction girl and the world keeps movin' on
can't you just respect, i'm such a nervous wreck
i'd head out to the deep end, but there's nothin' much to gain, i see
like a crystal ball
your just a tunnel vision girl in a tunnel vision world, that's all
where do we go, where do we go
where do we go from here?
where do we go, where do we go
where do we go from here?
where do we go, where do we go
where do we go from here?
where do we go, where do we go
where do we go from here?
crazy in the head, yea you're messin' with my mind
is something that i said gonna make your heart go blind
can't you just refrain, from drivin' me insane
i buckle under pressure and you might just set me off, oh yea
my back's against the wall
your just a tunnel vision girl in a tunnel vision world, that's all
a tunnel vision girl in a tunnel vision world, that's all
a tunnel vision girl in a tunnel vision world
tunnel vision friends with a no direction end, in this
tunnel vision world, you're a tunnel vision girl
that's all
tunnel vision, (that's all)
tunnel vision, (that's all)
tunnel vision
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