1. |
Bargain Rack
03:38
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I saw you standing in the back of the record shop,
A stack of records in your hand (my favorite was on top).
When I saw you standing there my heart just stopped for a beat.
You looked so beautiful. My hair felt all out of place.
You looked at me and I did the best to hide my face.
Your eyes so beautiful they penetrate my hiding place.
If I ever cut a record, it would end up in the bargain rack.
I tried to run away, I tried to hide my feelings, too,
But you were there and then I finally found my love for you,
And when I turned around, you were gone.
I guess it's just my luck, my never-ending bad luck.
I lose with all the girls and so I don't go out too much,
And I lose at all the games I play.
I went back to the record store to see if I could find you,
But all that I could find was a book that could help me to
Overcome emotional distresses, and deceases and such.
I guess it's just my luck, my never-ending bad luck.
I lose with all the girls and so I don't go out too much,
And I lose at all the games I play
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2. |
Perfect Crime
03:12
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Everybody looks the same
Following the rules of the game
Acting like they know exactly what they're doing
No one even knows my name
Write me off as going insane
But they never listen to what I'm saying
They say…
Get up, dress up
Always be on time
Sit up, stand up
It's the perfect crime
Marching with an upright poise
Talking in a monotone voice
Mustn't ever speak unless you're spoken to
I finally figured out the plan
The reason why we're all so bland
The centralize machine that we use is broken
And they say…
Get up, dress up
Always be on time
Sit up, stand up
It's the perfect crime
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3. |
Looking for a Tribe
03:12
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Looking through the branches
Think across the seas
Down in darkest swampland
Crawling on my knees
Listening for some noises
Looking for some clues
Sounds are nearly muffled
No finding tribal news
We're still looking for a tribe
Still searching everywhere
Still looking for a tribe
Knowing they're always there
A year of futile looking
Go back across the seas
Leave behind the mysteries
Of never knowing these
Now I must stop thinking
Go back and start again
Perhaps it will be better
Maybe it will be the end
Everywhere we look
Visions aren't there
Still looking for a tribe…
We're still looking
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4. |
The Haze
02:52
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I like what they say
I like to read what they write
I like my own way
I like them
I don't know what place
I don't know what time or price
I don't know my case
I don't care
Time has no face
Inside this place
Inside this phase
Can't see through the haze
Public interview
Public TV talks at seven
Public don't know who
Politics
Private interface
Private writing of the script
Private disgrace
Let me out
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5. |
Midnight Hour
02:14
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