Doubters and cowards, heroes all
Deaf to clarion call
For whom does it toll?
For whom does it toll?

But all the dreams subside
They're wrapped in America's suicide

Play in the roadside sand
Bleached in significant sun
To where would you run?
To wh

Small wonder you've not heard from her
She's gone now, back in england
She got spirit, will go farther
But she can't see the romance in the colour of your schemes
The colour of your schemes . . . oh
But you know and i that all girls are fly
And all men must die for their

The months don't matter, they're laughing at you
And I'll stay in bed if I want to
Well is it monday, let it be sunday
I think a diary would help don't you?
The morning, the menu, the menial grime
I wish I could care but I don't have the time

'cos I'm leading the apathy

Don't be so hard on yourself...
no...

I never feared the rain
Until you turned to me
And said you'd failed again
It makes a perfect day so lame
And leads us halfway to nowhere
And so the players have changed
Soon we'll memorise the names
But somehow something's never quite the same
Still we can make a

I really can't stay
But baby, it's cold outside
I've got to go away
Ah, baby, it's cold outside
This evening has been
Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice
I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry
Beautiful, what's your h

I really can't stay
But baby, it's cold outside
I've got to go away
Ah, baby, it's cold outside
This evening has been
Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice
I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry
Beautiful, what's your h

You've been a long, time coming home
Time coming home, time coming home
You've been a long, time coming home
Time coming home, time coming home

You've been a bad bad boy
Such a bad bad boy

You've eaten all, my meat and corn
My meat and corn, my meat and cor

For those who won't
And never will
Song sounds blue
No-one at home
And time to kill
Song for the beautiful loser
She would hide at the park
And ride glued up to the grills
High tar cigarettes and sex
An appetite for pills
She's a shell of her former self

Who can treat your pain, leave it late, it don't matter
Who can treat your pain, leave it late, it don't matter

Beautiful sailor
Beautiful sun
You went and shut the whole thing down

Cast out with your line, cut it now, it don't matter
Cast out with your line, cu

Now his intentions unfold, they're not what they seem,
He only wants to take control.
Boy is he selling you loads, all you do is believe,
Grant him his black-eyed fantasy.
He claims that he knows you, says it's written in the stars,
Do you believe this bullshit?
Tel

Your imagination runs wild
Sitting on the fence you call your home these days
Better take care, you don't ask for help
But some day you might need it

And all the while the leaves turn brown
Fall off the trees and are blown around
Your feet there's no good pushing them a

I do think that you could be
Anything that you want to be
It's easy, easy when you say that time will tell
It don't mean the last orders bell is ringing, ringing
And there's always plenty more G&T in the sea
You keep playing the same tired old blues songs
Over the sam

I swear at you for leaving,
Like I cursed at you when you stayed
And I run you out, pass you round
Scrape you 'bout, fade you out
Running good rings around you, rings around you

Go find yourself a beautiful bride
She'll become your ugly wife
And she'll spin y

Mi sydd fachgen ieuanc ffl
Yn byw yn l fy ffansi
Myfi'n bugeilio'r gwenith gwyn
Ac arall yn ei fedi
Pam na ddeui di ar l
Ryw ddydd ar l ei gilydd?
Gwaith 'rwy'n dy weld, y feinir fach
Yn lanach, lanach beunydd!

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I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it

But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight ails these tired eyes

I treat him like a lady
I treat him as I would he unto me
Give Rose

I've got my work cut out with you
You tore bits out of me
Your carpet burns and bruises blue
Are there for all to see
But I can tell you've been through hell
Finally you wear it well
It's an acessory
It's time to change your uniform
And hand it on to me, to me

I've got my work cut out with you
You tore bits out of me
Your carpet burns and bruises blue
Are there for all to see

But I can tell you've been through hell
Finally you wear it well
It's an accessory
It's time to change your uniform
And hand it on to me, to me<

The sun is shining
We should be making hay
But we're dead from the waist down
Like in California

Victory is empty
There are lessons in defeat
But we're dead from the waist down
We are sleeping on our feet

We stole the songs from birds in trees
Bought us ti

I'd rather be liberated, I find myself captivated
Stop doing what you keep doing it too
I'd rather stay bold and lonely, I dream I'm your one and only
Stop doing what you keep doing it too

Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry
This could be a case for Mulder and