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The Robot King
04:11
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Oh I don't know what you've been told
But I don't get out much these days
Waking young and feeling old
The days are no longer my own
To piss away the waking hours
But don't, don't don't, don't let them go
Oh don't, don't don't, don't let them go to waste
The fire in my eye is fleeting now
Your robot heart is bleeding
Tried to be the Robot King
And settled for the robot boy
Ring the bells that still can ring
And sing your stupid head off
To the ones who are not listening
But don't, don't don't, don't let them go
Don't don't, don't don't, don't let them go to waste
The fire in my eye is fleeting now
Your robot heart is bleeding out
And I spent half of my life
In the customer service line
Flaws in the design
A sign of the times
And that little voice
In the back of your mind
Just wants you to know
Just hopes that you know
Robots need love too
They want to be loved by you
They want to be loved by you
They want to be loved by
Robots need love too
They want to be loved by you
They want to be loved by you
They want to be loved by
Robots need love too
They want to be loved by you
They want to be loved by you
They want to be loved by you
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Well the motor is running
And we've got all the gear
I swear its never been so damn hot
And we've got nothing to fear
Lets leave this old town
All the time in the world
Head for the coast
Searching corner for that special girl
Overheated on 45
And we gotta get a gallon
Gotta get back and drive
And Jeb is on the station saying we wont survive
But we'll make it to the lily if only stay dry
Hey hows the surf?!
Broke down in a distant dude
We've got to get out and grab a beer
Making way in the midday sun
No it cant be far from here!
Hey hows the surf?!
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Mr. Right went out late last night
Should have stayed home with his wife
Now he ain't no gambling man, but he had a winning hand
Mr. Right surely had it wrong, went and fell in with the law
And Mrs. Right woke up all alone
And Mr. Right is a long long way from home
Get a clean slate
Gotta catch a freight
Get outta State
Get this weight off of me
So they they put me on a chain
Because their afraid of my way
Put me on a chain
Because their afraid of my way
And Mrs. Right woke up all alone
And Mr. Right is a long long way from home
Welcome to Georgia my Friend!
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4. |
Lucy
03:09
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Lucy's on my mind
And the rainbows
Lucy's on my mind
And the dinosaurs
Lucy's on my mind
Lucy's in the backseat
And I'm all ready to go
Take me to the border
I could surely use some hope
And Lucy's on my mind
And the reptiles
And big balloons
Lucy's on my mind
Already high noon
Barry's coming quick now
He put me on the lamb
The train is off the tracks
And this plane is gonna crash
The grass is always greener on the other side
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5. |
Aint No Sunshine
02:05
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Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long anytime she goes away
Wonder this time where she's gone
Wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away
And I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
Hey, I ought to leave a young thing alone
But ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Only darkness every day
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime...
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Freegan (For the Lovely)
02:04
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I want to be Freegan
Who knows how much i will pay
To live a life without wage
I want to be Free free free free free again
Free free free free free
I want to be Freegan
Animals are friends not meat
And when we wear them on our feet
We burn their meat
Where the money is concerned
I guess well never learn
And where the money is concerned
Well burn that wage
I want to be Freegan
Free again
Free I want to be free again
I want to be, I want to be
Freegan
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One summer evening drunk to hell
I sat there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
"Where The Water Lilies Grow"
And on the jukebox Johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it's how are you kid and what's your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that were looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes
Well I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While Ray and Philomena sang of
My elusive dreams
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling, sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
And I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes
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Mr. Right went out late last night
Should have stayed home with his wife
Now he ain't no gambling man, but he had a winning hand
Mr. Right surely had it wrong, went and fell in with the law
And Mrs. Right woke up all alone
And Mr. Right is a long long way from home
Get a clean slate
Gotta catch a freight
Get outta State
Get this weight off of me
So they they put me on a chain
Because their afraid of my way
Put me on a chain
Because their afraid of my way
And Mrs. Right woke up all alone
And Mr. Right is a long long way from home
Welcome to Georgia my Friend!
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Well the motor is running
And we've got all the gear
I swear its never been so damn hot
And we've got nothing to fear
Lets leave this old town
All the time in the world
Head for the coast
Searching corner for that special girl
Overheated on 45
And we gotta get a gallon
Gotta get back and drive
And Jeb is on the station saying we wont survive
But we'll make it to the lily if only stay dry
Hey hows the surf?!
Broke down in a distant dude
We've got to get out and grab a beer
Making way in the midday sun
No it cant be far from here!
Hey hows the surf?!
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I ain't got no use for your red rocking chair
I ain't got no sugar baby now
No I ain't got no honey baby now
I'll rock the cradle and I'll sing this song
I'll rock the cradle when you're grown
Yes I'll rock the cradle when you're grown
Laid her in shade gave her every dime I made
What more could a one boy do
But more could a one boy do
I've done all I can do and said all I can say
I'll see your mama next payday
I'll sing to your mama next Friday
You'll call your kid honey and youll sing this song
You'll sing this melody alone
You'll pass this melody along
I ain't got no use for your red rocking chair
And I ain't got no sugar baby now
No I ain't got no honey baby now
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