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Whiplash
03:59
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One, two, one two three four
I'm gonna get you there
I'm no way to kicking fair
You you're out of my mind, girl
But I'm just saying
You're gonna be the friend I need tonight
You're gonna please start singing C or die
One, two, one two three four
I'm gonna get you there
I'm no way to kicking fair
You you're out of my mind, girl
But I'm just singing
You're gonna be the friend I need tonight
You're gonna please start singing C or die
Shear the sheep, shear the sheep
Burn the cattle, burn the cattle
Shear the sheep, shear the sheep
Storm the castle, storm the castle
Don't be late, don't be late
Be a hater, be a hater
You're too fully grown, I can see your hand-me-downs
You're too on the nose, Life is like a ball
You're too fully grown, I can see your hand-me-downs
If you see me all alone, Life is like a ball
You're too fully grown, I can see your hand-me-downs
Everything is all alone, everything's a ball
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2. |
Anyone Else?
03:09
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She likes my laugh
She says I cackle
When I'm in a trap
I'm such an asshole
Struggle through
It gives me shivers
Seeing you
Is like a blister
Water's warm baby ooh I'm coming up
My body's torn and I just can't get enough
And when you lose you've got to hide it from yourself
And when you do you don't need anyone, not anyone else
I need you, when you're down I'm up
She like my laugh
She says I cackle
Think i'm in a track
She's such a hassle
Holding you
It gives me shivers]
Seeing you
Shake and quiver
Best be warned baby ooh I'm coming up.
My mind is torn and I just can't get enough
And when you lose you've got to hide it from yourself
And when you do you don't need anyone, not anyone else
I need you, when you're down I'm up
Let's make it clear that the day of the lord cometh
Like a thief in the night
when you're not looking, when you're not expecting
That's what the bible could say you didn't know but most have become so callous, so callous
heavenly father in the name of jesus
I pray not for the world, but I pray for this
I pray for the holy whether by your divine will today
Save us so we'll be safe
Keep us from this wicked world
That we might be a holy, sanctified people, in Jesus' name
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3. |
Sweet Heavenly
03:28
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Danny called
When he was in the world
He had boots and nice hair
And when he falls
It ain't you or me
All we do is just stare
Singing ooh yeah that boy looks so young
Screaming ooh yeah that boy looks so young
Death calls sweet heavenly
Gotta lose with my love
Strange roots of a centipede
Go and get your gun
Danny crawls
From the human tree
He hits truth and caught stares
And we all saw
Out from a dream
Strange things that he cares
Singing ooh yeah that boy looks so young
Screaming ooh yeah that boy looks so young
Death calls sweet heavenly
Gotta lose with my love
Strange roots of a centipede
Go and get your gun
Death calls sweet heavenly (When it calls you better pick the phone up)
Gotta lose with my love (And you know you can't lose)
Strange roots of a centipede (So strange they're all so strange)
Go and get your gun
Get you gun
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4. |
Blood on Your Hands
01:52
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Low, blo-
There's blood on your hands
There's blood on your hands, you old man
There's blood on your hands
There's blood on your hands, you old man
Every day and every night
Policies to keep you out of sight
Whatca doing ain't right
Call him on the telephone
Tell him he can't take away my home
Why won't you leave me along, oh yeah
There's blood on your hands
There's blood on your hands, you old man
There's blood on your hands
There's blood on your hands, you old man
Passing laws you know are wrong
Pushing for the war in Vietnam
Until the money's gone
Shooting marchers in the street
You won't stop till everyone been beat
But we get back on our feet, oh yeah
There's blood on your hands
There's blood on your hands, you old man
There's blood on your hands
Ba-ba-ba-blood on your hands, you old man
There's blood on your hands
Ba-ba-ba-blood on your hands, you old man
There's blood on your hands
Ba-ba-ba-blood on your hands, you old man
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5. |
Samurai
02:46
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If we could split our bodies in half in separate places
We would fall apart so lost and lonely, nothing holding
Upon the dividing line that's cauterized with embers from your veins.
We wouldn't be alright, just holding tight, wishing you would stay
Oh, oh, oh, oh, like a samurai
Over time in a distant land there I thought I'd find you
We were just worn down like grains of sand, drifting onwards
You left me high and dry, the tempers fly, I'm getting in your face
We wouldn't be alright, if we just fight, so lost and lonely yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, like a samurai
My dear
The ghost of empty pockets, empty moshpits
Dreams of all this shit
The bitter scars and scarlet nonsense
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6. |
Fall Into Heaven
03:09
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You who calls not to fall into heaven
But you took my arm when you said you were seven
You bring me down, you really bring me down
You pick me up, you pick me back up
Those who call straight over it all
But the past is blind, I can't believe you'd call
You bring me down, you really bring me down
You pick me up, you pick me back up
I can't get enought of all your love
You make it sweet and oh so tough
I can't have your love
You who falls straight over it all
But you took inside was the truth uncalled
You bring me down, you really bring me down
You pick me up, you pick me back up
I can't get enought of all your love
You make it sweet and oh so tough
I can't have your love, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
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