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I am lost and I can't be found
And I am deaf but I hear the sound
Of the angels singing in my ear
Now as I wither, the message is quite clear
Cause I wanna swim in the burning lake
I pray the Lord my soul to bake
I'm halfway to the underground
And I cannot be saved because I'm hellbound
You tried to reach me all my life
I built these walls to stay inside
You painted me pictures but I was blind
Now I'm so content with my wicked mind
Cause I wanna swim in the burning lake
I pray the Lord my soul to bake
I'm halfway to the underground
And I cannot be saved because I'm hellbound
Well my light has dimmed and I'm heading down
I'm all alone with no one around
You tried to call me one last time
But I am the keeper and this soul is mine
Cause I wanna swim in the burning lake
I pray the Lord my soul to bake
I'm halfway to the underground
And I cannot be saved because I'm hellbound
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Chelsea Market Sweetheart
Carolina gal
Makes her home in New York City now
Hanging out at Amy's bread
Loves the olive rolls
Grew up North of Ashville
Hills and grassy knolls
Always wanted something more
Loves to dress in black
Found Manhattan never looking back
Just one visit
City said and done
Tell you she's the one
116th and Broadway
Apartment 403
Doesn't really go to bars
Prefers the library
Feeds off all the energy
Writes song on the train
Brunch at Maison Harlem
In the rain
Just one look
She grabbed a hold of me
Keeper can't you see
Ramsey field is beautiful
Space to clear her head
Highline walks at lunchtime
Saturday's in bed
We take it all in together
As city dwellers do
Now we have each other
May have a kid or two
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when you're alone no ones near a phone
yeah you can roll it out
don't mean a thing not picking bones
yeah you can roll it out
you can roll it out
ooh this roller coaster's quite a ride
sometimes you have to be alone
and when that coasters got a line
sometimes you gotta stay at home
but you can roll it out
the race has passed and you've come in last
yeah you can roll it out
the world stepped up knocked you on your ass
yeah you can roll it out
you've been set free and knocked down to your knees
yeah you can roll it out
blue skies ahead just look up you'll see
yeah you can roll it out
you can roll it out
ooh this roller coaster's quite a ride
sometimes you have to be alone
and when that coasters got a line
sometimes you gotta stay at home
ooh the clock is running fast I see
you feel like time is running out
you'll find that nothings really all you see
it doesn't even help to shout
but you can roll it out
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They shine their lights on me
to spots they think they see
No one listens to the late night sounds I make
No one calls back to give me an answer
They're putting iodine in my skin
mouth taste metallic once again
give me a late night movie scene
give me some pills and some gasoline
helpless and useless
as a praline in a petri dish
sore eyes, sun dried
like 4 mothers lost at sea
searching and praying
for sons and daugters they know they'll never find
please give me an Elliot Smith afterlife
so i can cry all the time
until I'm born again until I'm born again
don't let the rising sun hide itself from you
No one listens to the late night sounds I make
No one calls back to give me an answer
They shine their lights on me
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I used to dream of you
dancing to the beat
I want your candy kiss
good enough to eat
they told me "all you
need is love"
I heard you talking smack
to all your boys down at the bar
how you've been kissing me
how you're my favorite by far
and everybody swears
that it's true
I'm not yr cupcake
I'm not yr sweet pea
I'm not yr sugar babe
I never will be
so you can go and cry
your salty tears, boy
and you can think about
the way you lost your joy
I'm not yr cupcake
now you got sweet on me
you wanna put me in a box
well I can't help you there
I'm not the one your key unlocks
and I won't fall for your sugar talk
so you can show yourself
right on out the door
cause you know I won't be
your all-day sucker anymore
don't need your sour grapes
in my world
I'm not yr cupcake
I'm not yr sweet pea
I'm not yr sugar babe
I never will be
so you can go and cry
your salty tears, boy
and you can think about
the way you lost your joy
I'm not yr cupcake
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Shake It That Way
You like to cook up trouble.
You like to stir the pot.
you confessed to the preacher,
What gets your kitchen hot.
You like to butter your bread
And bake it up nice and brown
Everyone knows, when you get to cookin'
Nothin' gonna slow you down..
CHORUS
Cause you got
Mouths to feed
And you got
Bills to pay
And you know that no one but you
Is gonna shake it that way
Don't touch the oven
Unless you're willin to get burned
You got to do what you got to do
Is the lesson that we learn
If you sign your life away cross your fingers and your toes.
Nobody is going to get hurt if nobody knows.
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
The cocoa that he brings home doesn't satisfy your mouth
There's a craving for a different taste
That you can only find in the south
Window open and an apron on and your hair up in a bun
Taste the juices and squeeze the meat
To I see if it is done.
A sneak peak at the baking sheet
Is just part of the fun
CHORUS
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The bubble wrap has claimed my head
There's a sweaty figure on my bed
And a sexy nurse that says I'll be alright
Don't want to hear the sound I sing
Don't feel like doing anything
If I had to run a mile I think I'd cry
Watching the temperature rise
Watching the temperature rise
You'd think the sleep would do me good
Got 18 hours under the hood
But I need a nap to recover from my nap
And it seems that I can barely stand
Like some singers from my favorite bands
The route from bed to bath is full of traps
Watching the temperature rise
Watching the temperature rise
Starting to feel like a man again
A solid 3 on a scale to 10
Another day, I'll be bouncing off the walls
The pills & powders all add up
Enough to fill the Stanley Cup
And by the way, this song was brought to you by Halls
Watching the temperature rise
Watching the temperature rise
Watching the temperature rise
Watching the temperature rise
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Years ago, I found someone's Mamam
Her soul young, her body like Edam
I walked into the dust,
It came on the boat, I trust
It never smelled of this world
I’ll find a croissant for Nicole
Tastes of her childhood in Essone
Such a simple thing can make her young
I’ll inhale her joy beyond the last crumb
Her tables were not as they seemed
Plain boxes with fabric vereen
She wearied watching toil
"Oh, eat, or it will spoil
We’ll talk of lands far away”
I’ll find a croissant for Nicole
Tastes of her childhood in Essone
Such a simple thing can make her young
I’ll inhale her joy beyond the last crumb
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Emmy Wildwood- WAX OVEN
02:57
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Pretty little thing let me buy you a drink
Let me tell you a few things
Tell me what you think?
You know Your new boyfriend
I'm Nancy his wife
Ex-wife now
hear me out
Don't waste your time
Cause He just ain't worth lovin'
He's bout as good to you as a wax oven
He heats up fast
But soon will melt
Can't hack the heat
He Can't help himself
He don't stop runnin'
He won't stop runnin'
Bet he tells you to keep followin your heart
When your heels over head
in the back of his car
His words are warm
But he's hot to touch
soon you'll burn right up
Don't waste your time
Cause He just ain't worth lovin'
He's bout as good to you as a wax oven
He heats up fast
But soon will melt
Can't hack the heat
He Can't help himself
He don't stop runnin'
He won't stop runnin'
I know you like him alot
And i know you think that he's nice
You'll probably like all 4 of his kids
And his 3 other wives
Don't waste your time
Cause He just ain't worth lovin'
He's bout as good to you as a wax oven
He heats up fast
But soon will melt
Can't hack the heat
He Can't help himself
He can't stop runnin'
He don't stop runnin'
He won't stop running
He ain't worth knownin
don't get me going
don't waste your lovin
don't waste your time
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“Make Some Bread”
I wake up
So I can wait on you
But you'll have to wait up
So I can wake up, snooze
Alarm is screaming
The last Killing Tree
The opening is electricity
Beckoning me
To rise from the dead
Go to work make some bread
Spend it all on my head
So I can go back to bed
I crank up
The car and radio too
Coffee, camels
Dazed and Confused
It's 5am
Where am I gonna be?
Driving past the corner
In daily reckoning
And rise from the dead
Go to work make some bread
Spend it all, kids instead
So I can go So I can go So I can go back to bed
I wake up
So I can wait on you
But you'll have to wait up
So I can wake up, too
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Monday Morning 3AM Music Club Winston Salem, North Carolina
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