1. |
Wired
00:55
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2. |
Ain't No Stranger
01:53
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Often times you're very hard to find
(Oh, I don't know)
Maybe you've been traveling through time
(Oh, I don't know)
Maybe you've been bouncing down the road
(Oh, I don't know, I don't know)
Carrying your problems just for show
(Oh, I don't know, I don't know)
Everybody wants to play some game
(I ain't no stranger)
Acting like a conman just the same
(I ain't no stranger)
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3. |
Everyone Should Know
02:50
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It's roaring like a crazy fire
It's boring now so it's retired
If you can't leave it on your own
It seems to me your cover's blown
If you can't take it, let it go
It's something everyone should know
If you can't make it on your own
You might as well just go back home
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4. |
Into The Ground
01:48
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You
Then you
What can you do
They're more fun than you
What can you do
When you're poor, broke and blue
Go through
What goes through
Your head
Can you be
Subliminally
Re-brained
And refined
Every time
You run around
You beat your head
Into the ground
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5. |
Rising Pants
01:25
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6. |
Ritual Dance #1
01:20
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7. |
Nothing Left To Do
01:56
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Lay awake, keep talking to me
All your taste is all my pleasure
Stay awake until it's too late
I think I see a parking spot nearby
And soon we will go down
When all is said and done
No freaky laughs, tears or clowns
It's all said and done
And maybe you will end up on an island
It's good enough if they'll be smiling
And it's too late to reach down and clip your wings
There's nothing left to do but drink
There's nothing left to do but drink
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8. |
Steady Job
00:47
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9. |
Where They Go
03:36
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Lighthearted loneliness is back again
Never felt quite so good
There's no way to know what is happening
Never felt quite so good
Do what I should in the peace process
Wasting time 'til I'm gone
Don't make a choice you'll regret for this
Calm down, nothing's wrong
Time will tell most all of the way
Even when ignored
Good thing we're bulletproof
Otherwise we'd just get bored
Otherwise we'd just get bored
Otherwise I'd just get bored
You got collateral on my clothes
And everything that nobody knows
It meets the eye, as I can see
It was never the right time for me
And when it goes away
You'll know it's gone
And even when it's inconceivable
The evening breaks the dawn
I got collateral on my mind
And everything that's so hard to find
It meets the eye, as I can see
And everyone is so kind to me
Kind to me
You look so sad these days
Never saw you so low
Your eyes roll up in the back of your head
I wonder where they go
I wonder where they go
I wonder where they go
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10. |
Ritual Dance #2
01:36
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11. |
Walk Alone
02:01
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One day when I'm walking alone
Thinking 'bout the things you said
Seeking an agreement from anyone else
Confirmation in my head
In time you know it doesn't even matter
It's plain to see
I can always walk alone and roam the hillside
Explain to me
Sometime when I'm strolling along
Walking like a creep in the night
Singing in parts like a broken song
Everything's alright
In time you know it doesn't even matter
You've got to move
I can always walk alone and roam the hillside
Explain to you
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12. |
Fade In
01:12
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13. |
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14. |
Found You
01:17
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Yes I'll be waiting for you
If you'll be waiting for me
Yes I'll be waiting for you
Looks like you're waiting for me
And I'm so glad I found you
I found you waiting for me
And just when I found you
I knew it was meant for me
And I'm so glad I found you
I found you waiting for me
I found you waiting for me
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15. |
Tired
00:54
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