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Club Soda
03:18
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Well it's been some time
Since we went our separate ways
Won't see me smile
Since we went our separate ways
It don't mean much to me anymore
I won't try
To fool your love back home with me
I won't lie
Words they don't come easy to me anymore
Since you left darling
No name conversations carry on down to the floor
That's not me
Well he goes ego every night
I can't dance like that
Reciting lines like it's the first time
That takes time
And promises he won't wait to break with the digits on the barroom napkin
Once a prince but he'll be backing out
On the street
Change at her feet
She's cold
Words they don't come easy to me anymore
Since you left darling
No name conversations carry on down to the floor
That's not me
That's for people on TV
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2. |
Rewrite
03:59
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Was a well-dressed girl at center stage
In dress
The marquee lights had more than once seen her name
Juliette
Each night's receipt
Flowers at her feet
Different shades of red
Crowd out its seat
He drops to his knees
"Please, please Juliette"
and she says
"With the curtain drawn I play the part we're supposed to know
But I don't wanna be here right now"
With the lights in his eyes
Clenched in hand the ring that shines
"Give me some idea"
He reads the bound pages of the poetry lines
She's at the mirror, script in hand, to recite
To no one
With the curtain drawn she plays the part we're supposed to know
"But I don't wanna be here right now"
With the lights in his eyes
Clenched in hand the ring that shines
"Give me some idea"
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Bottle
03:21
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She said she don't wanna be here anymore
State the facts, state the case: “Take a look at my face
My hands, my head, they're bleedin' and they're red”
I know, I know, I don't care
He said he don't wanna wake up in the sun,
Make a statement: “Are we having fun?
I'm lost, she's lost”
They both got washed up in a bottle by the shore
I don't wanna act my age
So I'm told
Lessons to be learned aren't sold
It's the school of old
Secrets don't make no difference
Until they're bottled up and sent away from home
Took a wave to turn a push into a shove
Story short it's been a while since love
I'm rough, she's rough, they both called bluff and shot the shit to dance some more
She won't read from a script and she's not on stage
He won't sleep in the sun and wake up dazed
Okay?
I don't wanna act my age
So I'm told
Lessons to be learned aren't sold
It's the school of old
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4. |
Outro Space
04:28
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I've got some places to hide in this world and you're one of them
We can't seem to stay in just one place
Please don't go
Please don't go
Still frame poses brighten up your city
Steal away the light from your best friend
Please don't show
Please don't show
And I'm better off a seeker
Than I am fucking around
I'm better off a seeker
Than I just settling down, out of town, in the sprawl
I'm leaving here first thing in the morning
We've got plans made up for us
Please take them a little slower now
Please go slow
Oh so slow
I've got some places to find in this world and you're one of them
We'll get along okay
Please don't go
Please don't go
And I miss my girl from long ago
We took a vacay in the snow
But I know
The apartment wasn't ours
But it was home
It was home
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