1. |
On The Ropes
02:40
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I can't explain it but I feel it move against my skin
Keep control until it rears its ugly head again
I'm not sure I can deal
Just gotta push through and keep it real
I backslide 'til I'm on the ropes
You got me on the ropes yeah
Everywhere I look I can't help see your face
My energy is sapped and I can't concentrate
Now I know what I'm saying seems crazy to you
Makes no difference, every word I say is true
I can't explain it but I feel it move against my skin
Keep control until it rears its ugly head again
I'm not sure I can deal
There's no help, guess I'm on my own
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2. |
Summer Frownz
02:16
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Breaking rocks until 3am
Because it’s the summer
Sleep with lovers, wake with friends
Because it’s the summer
God's out licking an icy-pole
Because it’s the summer
Ice cream headache, no no no
Because it’s the summer
Maybe I’ll drive out and see the beach
Because it’s the summer
Nothing seems like it’s out of reach
Because it’s the summer
It ain't winter, autumn or spring
Because it’s the summer
It ain't much of anything
Because it’s the summer
Ooh sha-la-la
Girls walk by with their skin so tanned
Because it’s the summer
Mango juice dripping from their hands
Because it’s the summer
Jumping off the diving board
Because it’s the summer
Never felt so happy, so happy and bored
Because it’s the summer
It’s not winter, autumn or spring
Because it’s the summer
No one’s wearing anything
Because it’s the summer
It ain't winter, autumn or spring
Because it’s the summer
It ain't much of anything
Because it’s the summer
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3. |
50/50
02:38
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'Cause our love should be fifty fifty
I ain't pullin' nothin' shifty
Uh-huh, it ain't right
'Cause our love should be fifty fifty
It's not I pour the glass, and you drink the whisky
It's not spend what you want, and I'll be thrifty
Nuh-uh, it aint right
They say relationships all take work
You get back what you put in
Well I don't mean to sound like a jerk
But your share's a little too thin
We got ourselves a division of labour
But it ain't working for me
There's one side that it seems to favour
When it means 'you mess' and 'I clean'
There's a style to which you're accustomed
And I can understand that
But I'm not your slave, we're wife and husband
And we need to have a chat
When I'm cooking, you're just relaxing
And when I clean, you're gone
Ain't cool when your day's most taxing task
Turn the TV on
You couldn't find the kitchen if I drew you a map
You said you'd make the bed but you took a nap
Right down the middle's where I draw the line
You ain't ducking out this time
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4. |
Light A Fire
02:03
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You build a wall between us and then say I'm s'posed to run to you?
Your love can't start a fire, do I have to light one under you?
If Mills & Boon are splitting up then what chance have we got?
Your even number - love me, but your odd number - love me not
Mama said, don't play with it!
Your kisses don't fulfill me, they just fill me like a drink cup
I only play with matches 'cause I wanna light your face up
You think that you're the boss because your salary is higher
You walk before you run and you will never be a flier
Mama said, don't play with it!
I got a heart inside me
That's where the blood is
Aorta pushing out
Just like my love is...
Mama said, don't play with it!
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5. |
Faux Amis
02:49
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Je t'aimais tant
Tu as brisé mon coeur
S'estomper à rien
C'est ma chanson
C'est pour le meilleur
Je suis juste un chanteur
Vous mon faux amis
Faux faux amis
(in English)
I loved you so long
You broke my heart
Fade to nothing
That's my song
It's for the best
I'm just a singer
You my false friend
False, false friend
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6. |
Take A Chance On Murder
02:02
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So you got yourself a problem
Can't find a way to lick it
Maybe the answer
Is to punch someone's ticket
Gun, knife or rock
Grab whatever you can see
If it worked for Cain
Well then it's good enough for me
You can try to run the voodoo down
All the way to the killing floor
You can bury it deep, bottle it up
But it'll always come back for more
So take a chance on murder
You might get away with it
And if you get caught? With a face like yours?
The jury is bound to acquit
Six million ways to die
Another million ways to kill
There's plenty of reasons
But I do it for the thrill
It's there inside all of us
Written in our blood
Like a rose bush in winter
Just waiting to bud
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7. |
Loaded Gun
02:38
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My life had stood a loaded gun
Until the day you came along
And now we roam
These sovereign woods
I never knew
I could feel this good
You said love me in the rain and I will...
Brother, brother, brother, won't you give me a smile?
When at night
Our good day done
I guard your head
'Til morning come
To foe of yours
I'm deadly foe
Just cock the hammer
And watch me go
You said love me in the rain and I will drain you in the flood
Brother, brother, brother, won't you give me a smile?
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8. |
Numbers On The Wall
02:18
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First stall - overflowing water
So I headed on down the line
Next stall - out of order
But it's there I was given a sign
Number's on the wall
Number's on the wall
Number's on the wall
For a good time call!
The number on that wall!
Dialed her up and she came right over
Just like she was heaven-sent
then I saw a glimmer in her eyes
and I knew she was hellbent
My number's on the wall
Number's on the wall
Number's on the wall
No say at all!
My number's on that wall!
One's pain and one's pleasure
Up to you which is which
She dished it out in equal measure
Now I'm flapping like a landlocked fish
Older now than when I started the song,
I'll be older still when I'm done
I invite you all to sing along,
'Cause there's a number for everyone,
It's up on that wall
We're all on that wall
All on that wall
We all gonna fall!
Up offa that wall!
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9. |
Don't Grow Up Too Fast
02:52
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Of course you’ll listen to your friends
‘Cause they understand you best
When I talk, you just laugh
But baby, don’t grow up too fast
You’ll want it all right away
Everyone does and that’s okay
You won’t be told and I get that
But baby, don’t grow up too fast
‘Cause it’s wasted on the young
They’re all too beautiful and dumb
And you can never get it back
So baby please, don’t grow up too fast
All these things you’re dying to do
Let the world come to you
Soon enough, it becomes your past
Baby please, don’t grow up too fast
Forget everything that I’ve said
It won’t make sense ‘til years ahead
Go out there and have a blast
Just baby, don’t grow up too fast
Stay naïve, it’s a gift
Innocence is bliss
These moments now won’t be surpassed
So baby please, don’t grow up too fast
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10. |
The Last Hurrah
04:10
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This fear
Maybe it's irrational
We'll all die as monkeys
But we're living like animals
And the thing of it is
No one talks – they just scream
There's no reality left
It's just one crazy dream
And in the meantime
In between time
There's always a last hurrah
And this fear
That no one here's responsible
It's just babies and children and pets and heartthrobs
All cannibals on chemicals
And I still feel like
I've got so much left to do
And when you push your face into mine
I know you feel it too
And if I'm going down
I'm going down swinging
And if I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die singing
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Faux Faux Amis Queanbeyan, Australia
Faux Faux Amis are a five piece soul-garage combo from Down Under. Sometimes they sing in French.
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