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I may never remember my past
The future may not last
Her taste is in the teacup
And Tinkerbell is so hard to find
Repetition doesn't work
Imperfection is all we're worth
There are floaties and life rafts
For the people who jump in first
The possible results are never less than amazing
The invisible results are always there for the taking
Don't let their ideas violate your ideals,
your fortune is fear
Put your fingers in your ears,
Cause they don't know how you feel.
Can't you feel it growing closer
Don't you know you're growing older?
Our intention is a chauffer
If I'm asleep why don't you wake me up.
A / B / F# / A
We're the morning after
The talk around town
We're habitual disasters
Lunatics in dressing gowns.
C#m / C#m / G# / G#
We're inadequate in so many ways
As World Nations go
Our collars aren't sitting right
We're walking round every night
Looking for pieces of the puzzle
We're trying to expose
Our lamplights are burning out
The Sermon on the Mount
With a Socrates theme and a Freudian scream
And a corny Conga line prose
No quiid pro quo
Cause they're gonna tell you what you know.
B / E / F# / F#
BRIDGE:
It's time to speak up again
It's time to speak up again
It's time to speak up again
G#
C#m / C#m / G# / G#
Can't you feel it growing closer
Don't you know you're growing older?
Our intention is our chauffer
If I'm asleep why don't you wake me up
A / B / F# / A
We're the morning after
We're the talk around town
We're habitual disasters
Lunatics in dressing gowns.
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2. |
It's Not Like That
03:23
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3. |
Tiny Little Buttons
02:58
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4. |
You Made Me Like I Am
03:11
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I mess up on the side of the road
I even mess up in the middle
The whole world's an ocean blue
And you're the one I'm trying not to hand my rocks to
Maybe it's a lack of originality
Blunt scissors cutting off my toes
But I keep thinking of my inadequacy
I keep thinking one day you'll go
CHORUS
Love me or leave me
Do whatever you can
Don't frown as you're sleeping girl
You made me like I am
You made me like I am
There's a perfect man down deep inside of me
Asking me for something to wear
For some reason I keep on pretending
That he just ain't there
CHORUS
Love me or leave me
Do whatever you can
Don't frown as you're sleeping girl
You made me like I am
You made me like I am
O.K, watch my dice roll girl
See I'm gonna decide whether you stay
Or whetheryou go
If it's a two, three or four
I'm cuffing you naked to the bathroom door
CHORUS
Love me or leave me
Do whatever you can
Don't frown as you're sleeping girl
You made me like I am
You made me like I am
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5. |
When The Fog Rolls In
04:18
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WHEN THE FOG ROLLS IN
It feels like a glass of wine placed upon a piano
It feels like you're a sparrow flying into a window
It feels like the dancing shoes of Fred Astair
It feels like running your fingers through her hair
You are the footprints you leave in the sand
You're the love in Dante you could never understand
You're the sudden desire of memory and time
You're the enemy under cover;
She's the tingle down your spine
When the fog roles in and the snow is in the trees
And you're walking with a spotlight
When you're not on your knees
You'll feel like this forever without her
But it's hard to admit
It hurts loosing what you love
As much as it does finding it
After the skyline sits and the freaks are in the street
After you've laid down your head and admitted defeat
After you can't remember if you are or you were
After you look into the mirror you'll see her
When the fog roles in and the snow is in the trees
And you're walking with a spotlight
When you're not on your knees
You'll feel like this forever without her
But it's hard to admit
It hurts loosing what you love
As much as it does finding it
You need a bridge over danger
A sparkle in the eye
You need a temptation a covet
You can never deny
It's not in any tablet
Or Price winning book
It's in the place you'd never
Think to look
When the fog roles in and the snow is in the trees
And you're walking with a spotlight
When you're not on your knees
You'll feel like this forever without her
But it's hard to admit
It hurts loosing what you love
As much as it does finding it
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6. |
Something You Had To Do
03:51
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7. |
I`m Going Home
04:18
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8. |
Down This Way
02:38
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Rob Draper Melbourne, Australia
Rob Draper is an Australian singer/songwriter. Most recently he's spent a few months writing on Music Row in Nashville after taking part in APRA SongHub Nashville with other writers such as Robert Ellis Orall, Jerry Salley, Phil Barton and Kim Richey.
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