1. |
Annabel, Waiting
01:11
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When I awoke this morning,
I heard a plaintive call.
It was my dear sweet Annabel
Beyond my garden wall.
While I lay winter sleeping,
She shivered in the night.
And when I came to find her,
She was a mournful sight.
Annabel, sweet Annabel,
You waited in the cold
And suffered for your lover's prize,
Just like in days of old.
Annabel, sweet Annabel,
I let you wait too long,
And so I'll entertain you with
An old familiar song.
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2. |
Post-Fact
05:00
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You're post-fact.
I like you, baby, but I
Can't believe a word you say.
You're post-fact.
It suits you, baby, but I
Can't believe a word you say.
I read the news.
I got the news.
I heard the news.
Are you news?
I got confused.
I felt abused.
You're gonna lose.
You're being used 'cause
You're post-fact.
I like you, baby, but I
Can't believe a word you say.
You're post-fact.
It suits you, honey, but I
Can't believe a word you say.
It's a party,
Party girl.
They love to watch
When you twist and twirl.
They got it bad
'Cause you got the goods.
You're the cutest little girl
In the whole North Woods
But it brings me down
When you come to town.
And you talk that talk.
Can you do the walk? Just sayin'...
(instrumental)
Hopey Changey
Hopey Changey
Hopey Changey
I hope you change.
Hopey Changey
Hopey Changey
Hopey Changey
I hope you change.
What'll happen when the party's done?
Will you latch on to another one?
You keep your message
In your hand.
Does the ink rub off
When you grab your man?
When you've lost your looks,
And no one buys your books,
Who will take the blame?
You will find a name, 'cause
You're post-fact.
I like you, baby, but I
Can't believe a word you say.
You're post-fact.
It suits you, baby, but I
Can't believe a word you say.
You're post-fact.
I like you, baby, but I
Can't believe a word you say.
You're post-fact.
I dig you, baby, but I
Can't believe a word you say.
Hopey Changey
Hopey Changey
Hopey Changey
I hope you change.
Hopey Changey
Hopey Changey
Hopey Changey
I hope you change.
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3. |
This Time Around
02:19
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So, she finally found the courage there to leave you.
Well, that's no surprise.
She ran out of any reason to believe you.
Open up your eyes.
You're on your own
This time around.
When you wanted me to cover your deception,
I did what I could.
Though I found it hard to never make exception,
It was still no good.
You're on your own
This time around.
No need to try to tell me
You did nothing wrong.
You were the one who hurt her.
Now you find yourself where you belong.
No need to try to tell me
That you love her so.
You know that she is crying
And it's you, the one who has to go.
Yes, it's true you've known an awful lot of women,
But none as good as her.
And the truth is there for you to now examine;
Let your conscience stir.
You're on your own
This time around.
Yeah.
You're on your own
This time around.
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4. |
I'm Always Falling Down
04:54
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Staying in bed in the afternoon.
I might get up, but it won't be soon.
Musta caught something that's going around.
I don't know about you, but I'm always falling down.
I don't know about you, but I'm always falling down.
Well, well, now what is this.
A ruby dream dressed as a kiss.
Take that dream on into town.
I don't know about you, but I'm always falling down.
I don't know about you, but I'm always falling down.
I don't know about you, but I'm always falling down.
Sleep, then you dream.
Run and then stumble.
Sometimes things ain't what they seem.
Don't criticize me because I dream.
I'm taking my dreams to the underground.
I don't know about you, but I'm always falling down.
I don't know about you, but I'm always falling down.
Walk, then you run.
It's the eye of the tiger.
I don't know about you, but I'm always falling down.
I don't know about you, but I'm always falling down.
I don't know about you, but I'm always falling down.
I don't know about you, but I'm always falling.
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5. |
Home
04:47
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God, you fickle mistress,
There's no pleasing you.
I called you as my witness,
But you didn't come through.
I've prepped and I have painted
Your golden throne.
Oh, now I need to go...
An unintended confession,
You heard it in my voice.
Twas an archaic expression
That betrayed my choice.
That unguarded moment
Was captured in your tome.
Oh, now I need to go
Home.
I'm done with your excuses.
I'm through with you.
Don't need no god in Heaven
For what a man can do.
Won't take your assistance,
Guess I'll go it alone.
But, oh now I need to go
Home.
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6. |
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The last time I saw my mother,
It was snowing outside,
And she was quite impatient to leave.
"Who are all these people,
And why am I here?"
I guess it all depends on who you can believe.
The last time I saw my father,
It was raining outside.
The sky was all so uniformly gray.
The clouds were crying children,
And the rain was their tears.
The night was soon to overtake the day.
The last time I saw my brothers,
It was sunny and bright.
We got up early just to greet the dawn.
We laughed about old times,
And then we let out a cheer.
I wish that way of life could have gone
On and on and on and on and on.
The last time I saw my family,
I was on my way to missing my train.
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7. |
I'm Sorry
04:11
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I missed a call on Tuesday morning.
I got the message at the dawning.
It was then I heard his voice,
Saying that he had no choice.
I'm sorry.
I'd seen him only yesterday.
Down at the Wonderland Cafe.
Was there something in his words,
Something that I should have heard?
I'm sorry.
So sorry.
He told me that his life was strange,
And soon something had to change.
And he looked so far away.
There was nothing I could say.
But I'm sorry.
So sorry.
It's so hard to understand.
Was this something he had planned?
I'm sorry.
So sorry.
His voice still echoes in my ears.
Sometimes it's all that I can hear.
He said, "Never be afraid
Of the promises you've made.
I'm sorry.
So sorry.
So sorry."
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8. |
You're Not My Problem
02:56
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You're not my problem any more.
You're his problem, that's for sure.
From the day that you walked out my door,
You were not my problem.
I know you been runnin' around.
I know you been talkin' me down.
You got a new man, it's all over town.
I'm not livin' in the underground.
I said-a oh, oh, and he loved you so.
Oh, oh, then he let you go.
Oh, oh, now you're back for more.
Oh, oh, step away from my door,
'Cause you're not my problem any more.
You're his problem, that's for sure.
From the day that you walked out my door,
You were not my problem.
What is our future to be
When you mean nothing to me?
Oh, oh, it's a natural fact.
Oh, oh, I won't take you back.
Oh, oh, get offa my track.
Oh, stop with the clackity clack,
'Cause you're not my problem any more.
You're his problem, that's for sure.
From the day that you walked out my door,
You were not my problem.
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9. |
I Got It Right
03:15
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I got a rip in my roof, and my ship is sinking.
And I forgot everything that I used to know.
So I got in my car, and I started driving
To a place I knew a long time ago.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it.
It's a groovy little shack where the music pumpin',
And you know it didn't make any difference to me
When I got on the floor, and I started jumping.
It's just the place where I needed to be.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it.
And the kids are all ripped 'cause they think it's hip.
They wanna find a new place 'cause they know that trip.
And now I'm thinking that it's time for another one.
I'm a real gone daddy. I'm a sun of a gun.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it right.
I got it right...
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10. |
Long Gone
05:20
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Sittin' with my daughter.
Walkin' on the water.
Hey, outta the night
Into the border.
I've been putting paper on the window
To keep the light out.
Every third word of every book I read,
I apply the white out.
Sittin' with my daughter.
Walkin' on the water.
Hey, outta the night
Into the border.
I'm-a long gone, now.
Come on, now.
I'm-a long gone, now.
Come on, now.
Sittin' with my daughter...
I can't feel the bottoms of my feet.
I can't feel the bottoms of my feet.
I can't feel the bottoms of my feet.
Think I'll go get me something to eat.
I'm-a long gone, now...
Sittin' with my daughter...
I'm-a long gone, now...
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