well she’s kind of like an artist
sittin on the floor

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The Replacements saves. Thank you, Paul.

where trouble melts like lemon drops
high above the chimney tops
that’s where you will find me

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Reflectored, for your listening pleasure.

05.14.2008 12:10a

Don’t care about your other life
Steal away on a downtown flight
Just stay out of the light
Be secret tonight

Time passes so fly
Time leaves you dry

Music’s high, lights are low
Cast yourself a dark shadow
Tonight you just can’t go with the flow
Be secret tonight

Time passes so fly
Time leaves you dry

Lights are low, the music is high
Dance away and you will take flight
Midnight needs no alibis
Be secret tonight

this song was written in 2000, back when
you could live in the future.
call it a love song to a pub song.
version: 05192008a

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find me an after-hours London club
one where the taps don’t close up
from 11 o’clock until the sun comes up
‘cause I got 2 friends, baby, who just won’t shut up

cognac & polyester are best friends to me
and neither of ‘em thinks the lesser to be
the fabric & the drink of high society
sounds like best friends to me

it’s all the fault of this woman faulting out of her dress
close enough to spill, but not to confess
my brood & I, we just gotta laugh at all this decadence
times are not good, until you live them to excess

everybody’s drenched
seconds get stretched
the least likely combination
is never that far fetched

cognac & polyester are best friends to me
and neither of ‘em thinks the lesser to be
the fabric & the drink of high society
sounds like best friends to me

two me

mmm. mmm. mmm.

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I don’t ever want to get like that
How’d you ever come to get like that?
I swore I’d never want to get like that again

Kicked out of the house and shown the door
Forgotten twice by the side of the road
2 nights coatless
in the bitterbitter cold

I don’t ever want to get like that
How’d you ever come to get like that?
I swore I’d never want to get like that again… but here I am

Carried from the club
Never made it to the door
Now you’re leaving your body leaving your body leaving your body behind

Anytime there’s win or lose
Anytime someone gets to choose
There’s always the back of a hand
It’s just…sometimes this world…

I don’t ever want to get like that
How’d you ever come to get like that?
I swore I’d never want to get like that again… but here I am

if my words could glow
with the gold of sunshine

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Settle in to a Spring Weekend time machine.

amici,
:^D…

Don't break down.
ver. 06262008a

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Wishing this time was just in dreams
But it’s one more triangle scheme
You, me and all the distance between…

Sending all those letters home
from the front line like a movie star in the sky
but now you’re wasted like a sequel going nowhere
lie after lie after lie

’cause it’ll be on my head if you break down
you don’t break down
so don’t break down

the dreams the faith we have in each other
through made up war
closing doors
decades every day

there’s a fixed amount of luck in the world
to wish it different would break all the rules

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