1. |
I'm Sorry
03:57
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Take it or leave it, this is me
Broken heart, shattered mind as far as I can see
Nobody told me that today would be exactly like tomorrow
Nobody told you that my love was free
So if I seem absolutely insane
I tell you baby I’m sorry, sorry
And I mean, to be absolutely plain
When I tell you I’m sorry, sorry
They told me, “hold your head up high”
“but don’t forget to cry.” See the teardrops shining in the sunlight in my eyes?
“Be careful what you say.”
“Go on say it anyway.”
So if I seem absolutely insane
I tell you baby I’m sorry, sorry
And I mean, to be absolutely plain
When I tell you I’m sorry, sorry
(aw here come the guitar!)
You know nothing’s fair if love is war
So I’m glad I found you baby ‘cause I fought all them battles once or twice before
So thank you baby for teaching me
That my own kind of crazy is the sanest I’ll ever be
So if I seem absolutely insane
I tell you baby I’m sorry, sorry
And I mean, to be absolutely plain
When I tell you I’m sorry, sorry
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2. |
Something About You
03:27
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Oh my God, I’m am heartily sorry for having offended thee
And I detest all my sins because I fear the loss of heaven and the pains of hell
My pain is hell
You’re a sad child, turn around, stand your ground, say, “whatever do you mean?
You got it bad child. And I can tell by the way that you try to make a scene
That there was something about you had ‘em shaken to the core
And every time that you try to talk back
Feel the slap of the Bible Belt across your back, said
Give me something to believe in, In a place that I can breathe in,
And someone who believes in me too
If I have to sing your praises, If you’ll be my rock of ages
Then I have to believe in you
Let me lay my cards down. At the turn, feel the burn, can’t you see this joker’s wild
And I can tell now by the way you play your game you’re a sad, sad child and
There’s something about you made ‘em wanna up the score
You can sit it out if you can’t stand tall
You ain’t got to rob Peter if you ain’t paying Paul, no no
Give me something to believe in, In a place that I can breathe in,
And someone who believes in me too
If I have to sing your praises, If you’ll be my rock of ages
Then I have to believe in you
For a while now they rant and rave, five hundred words just to say they’re speechless
Be glad child though they fight it and deny it change is coming and they fear this
And there’s something about you has ‘em running for the door
And every time you crack that facade, see they know fear and hate but they don’t know God!
Give me something to believe in, In a place that I can breathe in,
And someone who believes in me too
If I have to sing your praises, If you’ll be my rock of ages
Then I have to believe...That I found something to believe in, in a place that I can breathe in
And now I can believe in me too
And they’re gonna sing my praises, stand on my rock of ages
And you better believe that’s true!
Amen
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3. |
Angel
04:31
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Couldn’t be any closer unless you crawl under my skin
Can’t tell where I end baby and where you begin
Gotta blame your siren soul for the shape that I’m in
If what we’re doing is wrong girl, let me have that sin again
Got the face of an angel, body like the daughter of the devil, it’s true and
Lips like Heaven and Hell ain’t no hotter than them baby blue’s, I said
We’re gonna do all that we can by the light of the moon
‘Cause the sun ain’t gonna rise for fear of being outshined by you
No the sun ain’t gonna rise for fear of being outshined by you
I never saw this old world the way I see it with you
Never thought I’d breathe the way I’m breathing through you
Sing my soul like an old song every word you know by heart
Making love like music, play my body like your guitar
Got the face of an angel, body like the daughter of the devil, it’s true and
Lips like Heaven and Hell ain’t no hotter than them baby blue’s, I said
We’re gonna do all that we can by the light of the moon
‘Cause the sun ain’t gonna rise for fear of being outshined by you
No the sun ain’t gonna rise for fear of being outshined... no!
Curtains blowing through an open window, no innuendo, Ferrick on the stereo
Three nights with no sleep and nothing to eat, just the sheets and the racing of your heartbeat
Throw away anything that doesn’t matter which is everything else just as long as we’re together
I’d go anywhere as long as you’re beside me. I’d do anything just to keep you inside me
Got the face of an angel, body like the daughter of the devil, it’s true and
Lips like Heaven and Hell ain’t no hotter than them baby blue’s, I said
We’re gonna do all that we can by the light of the moon
‘Cause the sun ain’t gonna rise for fear of being outshined by you
Got the face of an angel, Lips like Heaven
We’re gonna do all that we can, anything that we can baby
‘Cause the sun ain’t gonna rise for fear of being outshined by you
No the sun ain’t gonna rise for fear of being outshined by you
Ain’t gonna rise for fear of being outshined by you
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4. |
Almost Home
05:36
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Follow your path. Reach out, I'm there. Call out, I'm listening.
Hard times won't last. Take this song to your soul, make a veil for your christening.
You're almost home. If you can make it there, I will be... I'll be waiting.
You're almost home If you can make it there, make it there I. will. be...
I'll be waiting for you
Just like your smile, everything you is equally wonderful.
Come walk a mile. Music heals the soul and every soul is beautiful.
You're almost home. If you can make it there, I will be... I'll be waiting.
You're almost home If you can make it there, make it there I. will. be...
I'll be waiting for you
You're almost home! You're almost home!
And you can fly on dandelion wings
Whisper your dreams to the first star light and all kinds of wishing things
But the best part of reality
Is you were born exactly how you're supposed to be and you're supposed to be...
You’re beautiful, you're beautiful, you're beautiful, you're beautiful
You're beautiful, you're beautiful Stay close to the people who know that you're beautiful
You're beautiful, you're beautiful, you're beautiful, Baby, you're beautiful
You're beautiful, you're beautiful And I. will. be...
I'll be waiting for you
Follow your path. Reach out, I'm there. Call out, I'm listening.
Hard times won't last. Take this song to your soul, make a veil for your christening.
You're almost home! You're almost, You’re almost home! You're almost home!
And baby I. will. be...
I'll be waiting for you
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5. |
Strut
03:41
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Hey, Hey, Hey, Ha!
Go Go!
Ha!
Go Go
Tear the walls down baby or you never will get too far
Speak up baby when you're telling 'em who you are
Can't back off if you're in the corner
Can't slack off when they think they own you
Listen to me when I say
They can't touch you, babe
They can't out strut you, baby.
Run to where you're hiding now, run
But you can't hide from what you're running from
Reading their directions while you're pouring out your sand
You get no elucidation just the musings of a mad man
and he can't touch you, babe
He can't out strut you, baby.
They'll bend you like a willow where their switches await
Come to flog all you sinners while they prostrate their saints
Spinning their hour glass keeps 'em frozen in time
Walking on the water that they turned into wine
When your shadow's darker than it was before
When you've never seen your chariot swing so low
You just hold on to what you know
'Cause some day baby time will show
They're choking on pride while you're feeding 'em crow
And they can't touch you, babe!
They can't out strut you baby.
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