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Tired Of You
02:11
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Heart on the wayside, hand in mouth
You point your head to the north and south
Don’t seem to see what you’re looking for
Is it a river, a key or a door?
I’m tired of you
I’ll bet you’re tired of me too
Is nothing sacred? Can’t we touch?
You don’t like the truth because it hurts so much.
All you want is peace of mind,
You don’t like the world because it’s so unkind.
Now I’m tired of you
I’ll bet you’re tired of me too
Tired of you
What can we do?
Feet on the wayside, heart in boots
You tear your hair out by the roots
Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
And you wonder why each day’s the same
Can’t deem to stand on your own two feet
You take life far too seriously
Now I’m tired of you
I’ll bet you’re tired of me too
Tired of you
What can we do?
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Without Her
02:47
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Oh God, make me dead
Paralyse my arms and legs
Make me deaf dumb and blind
As well as stupid
I’m cut off from the outside,
I just been put to sleep forever
I’m feeling insecure
Give me my mother’s breast to suck on
Oh well, ok, a cigarette will do
Cut me off rom the outside,
I just been put to sleep forever
Without her, without her, without her
I’ll carry a torch
I’ll probably get my fingers burned but
I won’t cry, I’m a big boy now
I’ve been on the outside
I seen ‘em all walk around asleep together
Maybe it’s pride
That keeps our lips shut tight
We know how to speak but we can’t talk
To hell with the outside
I just been put to sleep forever
Without her, without her
Without her, without her
Without her, without her
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My Time Has Come
03:09
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Oh I’ve got a vision, haven’t you got a vision too
Everyone should have a vision to keep them warm.
Now I stand here naked in front of Jesus
But this is not my cross of pain
Oh give me the hammer
Give me the nails
Thirty pieces of silver
Before my nerve fails
I’m living in panic, I’m living in sin.
I’ve seen the light but I can’t let it in
I’m walking sideways, time’s out of joint
I know I oughta look after myself but I just can’t see the point
Hand me the Bible
Hand me the gun
Fix me one more drink
My time has come
Look at me, I wanna get the job done
I’m living in anger, I’m in despair
I keep touching the mirror but there’s still nobody there
I wanna live in pleasure, I wanna eat my cake
Nobody can stop me now, I’m on the make
Oh give me the hammer
Give me the nails
Thirty pieces of silver
Before my nerve fails
Hand me the Bible
Hand me the gun
Fix me one more drink
My time has come
Look at me, I wanna get the job done
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Scarborough Fair
03:31
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Are you going to Scarboro’ Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
With no seams nor needlework
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Betwee the salt water and the sea strand
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to sow it with barley and corn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Reap it on the day our daughter is born
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to cut it with a sickle of gold
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Reap it with a love that can never grow cold
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to tie it with her own golden hair
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
And weep for the man who is no longer there
For she was a true love of mine
Tell her I sailed to fight for the king
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
I’ll never forget the love she would sing
When she was a true love of mine
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