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Over Bar The Shouting
04:57
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Shake away cobwebs and dust from my head,
On ungraceful feet I leave her sleeping in bed,
Broken furniture, smashed glass and wine,
Soaked through the carpet, we've really done it this time,
We've really done it this time
Walk to clear my head and I try to recall,
With hands in my pockets I don't remember at all,
Broken furniture, smashed glass and wine,
Soaked through the carpet, we've really done it this time,
We've really done it this time
If this is over bar the shouting I've got air left in my lungs,
And I'm not finished yet, I'm not finished yet
Flashback from last night, half a memory,
Strange conversations, I keep on moving my feet,
Broken furniture, smashed glass and wine,
Soaked through the carpet, we've really done it this time,
We've really done it this time
If this is over bar the shouting I've got air left in my lungs,
And I'm not finished yet, I'm not finished yet
If this is over bar the shouting I've got air left in my lungs,
And I'm not finished yet, I'm not finished yet
I turn round a corner, I'm heading back home,
I stride along my street back to all that I know,
Past broken furniture and a carpet stained red,
To my empty bedroom, a written not that read...
"This is over bar the shouting cos I've got no air left in my lungs,
Life is what you make of it and I'm not finished yet,
This is over bar the shouting cos I've got no air left in my lungs,
Life is what you make of it and I'm not finished yet,
I'm not finished yet"
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Somebody Else's World
04:30
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This is somebody else's world and we're not welcome anymore, anymore at all,
This is somebody else's world and we're not welcome anymore, anymore at all.
We are free to live our lives but abide by every law as they make more,
When they feel the time is right they wage another war, what is it for?
Too many generations of greed and denial,
They want it all on camera, they want it all on file,
Lying through there teeth with blood on their hands,
It's time that the whole world took a stand.
This is somebody else's world and we're not welcome anymore, anymore at all,
This is somebody else's world and we're not welcome anymore, anymore at all.
Enjoy the complimentary wine, pass the cigars around,
Did you think you'd never see the time it all comes back around?
How you sleep with all your guilt I'll never understand,
And I know that we the people will soon take the upper hand,
You build a world on lies and it tumbles to the ground,
It's time that the whole world made a sound.
This is somebody else's world and we're not welcome anymore, anymore at all,
This is somebody else's world and we're not welcome anymore, anymore at all.
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3. |
Twenty One Thirteen
04:32
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Here we go again, in conversation with an old friend,
We've danced this danced before and now my feet are sore.
Stumbling out of bars, stepping in and out of cars,
Over the cracked concrete upon half frozen feet.
The clock ticks slowly, fast than we'll ever know,
Joyful or lonely, one way all of this will go,
People in buttoned coats they walk alone,
Down these streets, they don't miss a beat along the way home,
Along the way home, along the way home, along the way home.
Look up at cloudy skies that cover pale moonlight,
I think of her and smile, only another mile.
The clock ticks slowly, fast than we'll ever know,
Joyful or lonely, one way all of this will go,
People in buttoned coats they walk alone,
Down these streets, they don't miss a beat along the way home,
Along the way home, along the way home, along the way home.
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4. |
Never Heard Of Dylan
03:49
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I met her in a crowded bar in August
The jukebox played her favourite song
She'd never heard of Dylan and the words she sung were wrong
But still she sang along
Still she sang along
I can still recall the boots on her feet
And the aftershave she wore
She'd never heard of Dylan and the words she sung were wrong
But still she sang along
Still she sang along
She likes to know the words to all the songs she's heard
On radio and TV, laptop computer screens
The DJ plays the songs she's heard a million times before
To all those beats she moves so sure, pounds her feet to sounds so pure
Pounds her feets to sounds so pure
And all those words, she gets them wrong but still she sings along
I saw her just the other week
To her these days have not been kind
Still she puts on all her makeup and ties her hair just right
I'll leave her now as I found her dancing off into the night
She'd never heard of Dylan and the words she sung were wrong
But still she sang along
Still she sang along
She likes to know the words to all the songs she's heard
On radio and TV, laptop computer screens
The DJ plays the songs she's heard a million times before
To all those beats she moves so sure, pounds her feet to sounds so pure
Pounds her feets to sounds so pure
And all those words, she gets them wrong but still she sings along
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