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Sham, Rock, Shake
03:27
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Did you ever think that we’re all just insane?
Playing at life just like a casual game
Knowing little other than that we must
Adapt or die and be left in the dust?
Well I know
Well I can see
‘Cause there’s a thousand pairs of eyes
And they’re all pointed right at me
And now I don’t know what to say
And now I’m running away
‘Cause I am starting to shake
And now I’m running away
‘Cause I have got no reason to stay
Did you ever wake up a brand new gent
But wondered just where the old you went?
Tried to figure out how the straight and narrow got bent
Or from whom this confusion has been sent
I don’t know
I can’t see
‘Cause there’s a thousand pairs of eyes
And they’re all pointed right at me
And now I don’t know what to say
And now I’m running away
‘Cause I am starting to shake
And now I’m running away
‘Cause I have got no reason to stay
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Turn the Tables
03:48
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Put up with everything and got nothing in return
Do I dare, or could you spare
Just a moment of your time?
Just so I could tell the story of this broken state of mind
All you ever did was beg me plead me
All I ever hear is that you need me
But now that time has gone away
And you’ve got nothing
You’ve got nothing to say
It’s okay, just put me on hold again so I can buy my good intentions
And lay all my loving words to rest
Is this how you want it?
Back on the line
Just in time
Just so you can turn the tables and break my peace of mind
All you ever did was beg me plead me
All I ever hear is that you need me
But now that time has gone away
And you’ve got nothing
You’ve got nothing to say
And I’ve lost all hope
Think I’m gonna choke
It’s a tight rope act
On the line between love and hate
And I’m falling
I’m falling
I’m falling down
All you ever did was beg me plead me
All I ever hear is that you need me
But now that time has gone away
And you’ve got nothing
You’ve got nothing to say
All you ever did was beg me plead me
All I ever hear is that you need me
But now that time has gone away
And you’ve got nothing
You’ve got nothing to say
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3. |
Romantic Comedy
04:41
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I’d pour my life out onto a page if I thought that my words could somehow betray
An inner feeling or a wisdom unknown, but that hope is defeated by what experience has shown
I would do the good works that my conscience desires if I thought that my efforts could put out the fires
That the guilt in my head has seen fit to light like a miscreant kid in the middle of the night
I would be everything that I wanted to be if I knew that hard work could surely set me free
But the fear of rejection and of dying obscure has made the life of a dreamer lose all its allure
I would love every person with the whole of my heart if I knew that I wasn’t a fool from the start If every old adage and lesson I’ve learned made me think that love given meant love would be returned
I would be apathetic if my ethics allowed, but lately ethics are all I have that still make me proud
So I’ll never be able to find my soul rest as long as ethics keep telling me that life’s one big test
I’d be a stone-cold sinner if I was brought up wrong, but I wasn’t so instead of vice I’ve got this song
Still my conscience far too easily goes on alert, so I think myself a sinner in spite of the hurt
I would hold out my hands and I’d fall to my knees and I’d fill the clichés with light shining on me
If I could only believe that the light from above was not just a streetlamp, but God’s very own love
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Spasmodic Robotic
03:50
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Good memories, they age like a fine wine
But the bad ones grow worse by the day
Dry up and decay
Good dreams are so few and far between
But the nightmares are here to stay
Won’t go away
Won’t go away
I will never understand it
Broken hearts and empty hands, yeah
All my good deeds have come back to bite me
Surely my sins will help me be saved
Seems the more I want clarity, the more I am blinded
And the more I wanted freedom, the longer my chains
The more I’m betrayed
I will never understand it
Broken hearts and empty hands, yeah
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5. |
Iron
04:09
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Recreation, reanimation cannot possibly explain
The wretched form of a mangled beast born from a madman’s brain
Disowned and cast into the unknown by a creator unprepared to face this day
The only one of his kind, brilliant sadistic mind, born to take the light away
And now he’s coming back again
And now he’s taking his revenge
Iron wrought into a skeleton to carry out his evil cause
He has no doubts
His ambitions won’t be denied
Nobody can overcome the trance in the chasms of his cavernous eyes
And now he’s coming back again
And now he’s taking his revenge
Iron wrought into a skeleton to carry out his evil cause
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