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for the end of the world
03:37
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i don't want you to have my kids
i'm staying out of the family biz
i just want you to be my girl,
'cause we all need a lover for the end of the world
driving again, 'cross hollywood and sunset
i'm on my way to fall in love
i'm through with thinking 'bout wasted time and regret
i guess i've finally had enough
come on, and give it a whirl
'cause you remind me of an east side girl
i don't want you to have my kids
i'm staying out of the family biz
i just want you to be my girl,
'cause we all need a lover for the end of the world
now the light is gradually fading
and nobody's ready for the dark
and every heart is gracefully degrading
while we all grow farther apart
so come on, and give it a whirl
'cause you remind me of an east side girl
i don't want you to have my kids
i'm staying out of the family biz
i just want you to be my girl,
'cause we all need a lover for the end of the world
they say there's somebody for everyone
but i know that's not true
girl, you remind me of a certain someone
on gateway avenue
so come on, and give it a whirl
'cause you remind me of an east side girl
i don't want you to have my kids
i'm staying out of the family biz
i just want you to be my girl,
'cause we all need a lover for the end of the world
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2. |
save me somehow
03:44
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sins of a father
scattered ash
shed a dollar
in the fire
down the drain
take a sip
of the water
choke it down
choke it past your collar
what’s your poison?
what’s your pain?
save me somehow
(you’re my one distraction)
where are we now?
(back where we began)
oh can’t you save me somehow
(there’s no past, no future)
i’ll cry for now
i’ll scream on…
lambs to the slaughter
all your sons, all your daughters
while you’re staring
into space
race… race… race…
to the center
you heretic
you dissenter
only 50
years too late
save me somehow
(you’re my one distraction)
where are we now?
(back where we began)
oh can’t you save me somehow
(there’s no past, no future)
i’ll cry for now
i’ll scream on…
roll in the machines
snd hook me to the screens
i promise I’ll be good
just like a good girl should
i’ll leave it to the bloated boys
to kill that fucking noise
with all their bloody toys
save me somehow
(you’re my one distraction)
where are we now?
(back where we began)
oh can’t you save me somehow
(there’s no past, no future)
i’ll cry for now
i’ll scream on…
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the breakups recommends:
Why Trains Crash
by The Pretty Flowers
Jake plays guitar in The Pretty Flowers. He also recorded and produced this album.
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Jake produced this record in addition to playing many of the instruments on it. It's very near and dear to his heart. I dare you not to love this record.
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13 Satellites
by Brandon Schott
Brandon is simply one of the best song writers we know. All of his records are fantastic.
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MaMaMa - Hier sera meilleur
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Symphonic debut from a French multi-instrumentalist and composer who bridges the gap between studio recordings and synthesized sounds.
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Four indie-pop reflections on growth and loss from the Australian singer-songwriter, sustained by robust pianos and fervent vocals.
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