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i can't decide which lyrics to think about right now, so i'll put all three up
"A complicated sunset
Sets the mood within the room
All bets are up and
We keep looking down
To try and find
The will to turn this around.
I spent the last three months
In mental traction
Woeing all I could forsee
I slept myself free and
Cursed at all awake
The medicine I'd take.
I broke down
On the train to southtown
Midway inbound
Eleven to your seven
I held out
Carrying this crutch around
Angry words came rushing out
Eleven to your seven."
or
"I got the money if you got the time He said it feels good I said I'll give it a try
Then my mind went dark We both forgot where your car was parked Let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits Some sad singers They just play tragic
Now the phone's ringing And the band's leaving Let's just keep touching
Let's just keep keep singing
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you but you You write such pretty words
But life's no story book Love is an excuse to get hurt And to hurt
"Do you like to hurt?"
"I do! I do!"
"Then hurt me."
or
"It's not.. what you thought...
When you first... began it.
You got... what you want...
Now you can hardly stand it, though,
By now you know, it's not going to stop...
It's not going to stop...
It's not going to stop,
Till you wise up.
You're sure... there's a cure...
And you have finally found it.
You think... one drink...
Will shrink you to... your underground
And living down, but it's not going to stop...
It's not going to stop...
It's not going to stop,
Till you wise up."
i seem to have those three songs running through my head constantly
not good. not good.
"A complicated sunset
Sets the mood within the room
All bets are up and
We keep looking down
To try and find
The will to turn this around.
I spent the last three months
In mental traction
Woeing all I could forsee
I slept myself free and
Cursed at all awake
The medicine I'd take.
I broke down
On the train to southtown
Midway inbound
Eleven to your seven
I held out
Carrying this crutch around
Angry words came rushing out
Eleven to your seven."
or
"I got the money if you got the time He said it feels good I said I'll give it a try
Then my mind went dark We both forgot where your car was parked Let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits Some sad singers They just play tragic
Now the phone's ringing And the band's leaving Let's just keep touching
Let's just keep keep singing
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you but you You write such pretty words
But life's no story book Love is an excuse to get hurt And to hurt
"Do you like to hurt?"
"I do! I do!"
"Then hurt me."
or
"It's not.. what you thought...
When you first... began it.
You got... what you want...
Now you can hardly stand it, though,
By now you know, it's not going to stop...
It's not going to stop...
It's not going to stop,
Till you wise up.
You're sure... there's a cure...
And you have finally found it.
You think... one drink...
Will shrink you to... your underground
And living down, but it's not going to stop...
It's not going to stop...
It's not going to stop,
Till you wise up."
i seem to have those three songs running through my head constantly
not good. not good.