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If I could have chosen where god would hide his heaven, I would wish for it to be in the salt and swell of the ocean. Carried by the currents to all continents shores. Reaching into depths where the sun’s light has never shown. Mixed with algae and coral. Breathed in by sharks and dophins. Sailed by tanker ships, private yachts, swam in by tourists
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It's so good that I transcribed it for you.
Thrash Unreal
If she wants to dance and drink all night,
Well there’s no one that can stop her.
She’s going ‘till the house lights come up,
Or her stomach spills onto the floor.
This night is gonna end
When we’re damn well ready for it to be over.
We worked all week long,
Now the music is playing on our time.
Yeah we do what we do to get by…
And then we need a release.
You get messed up with the wrong guys.
You get messed up on the wrong drugs.
Sometimes the party takes you places that you didn’t really plan on going.
When people see the track marks on her arms
She knows what they’re thinking.
She keeps working for the minimum
As if a high school education gave you any other options.
They don’t know nothing about redemption.
They don’t know nothing about recovery.
Some people just aren’t the type for marriage and family.
No mother ever dreams that her daughter’s going to grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daughter’s going to grow up to sleep alone.
No mother ever dreams that her daughter’s going to grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daughter’s going to grow up to sleep alone.
She’s out of step with the style
She don’t know where the action’s happening.
You know the downtown club scene ain’t nothing like it used to be.
You reach a point where there’s not
A lie in the world that you could use to make the boys believe you’re still in your twenties.
They keep getting younger, don’t they, baby?
She’s not waiting for someone to come over
And ask for the privilege.
She can still hear the Rebel Yell, just as loud as it was in 1983.
You know:
There ain’t nobody coming home to share a bed with her.
And she doesn’t care!
No mother ever dreams that her daughter’s going to grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daughter’s going to grow up to sleep alone.
No mother ever dreams that her daughter’s going to grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daughter’s going to grow up to sleep alone.
And if she had to live it all over again,
You know she wouldn’t change
Anything, for the world.
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and you didnt transcribe jack its on their website you tool
and ocean is still better, they even played it when they were here
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They played The Ocean in Calgary too. Actually in Calgary they played something like 5 new songs, so half the album.
Also I actually did transcribe it because when I google searched for lyrics nothing came up, so I thought nobody had posted them online yet. That's why mine are slightly different than the actual ones (I say "nobody" is coming home, they say "no Johnny" is coming home).
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also you wasted a lot of time doing that.
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