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You better watch what you say,. You better watch what you do to me.. Don't get carried away,. Girl, if you can do better than me, then go. Yeah, go. But remember.
And tonight the coastline is quiet. It's quieter than it's ever been. Honey, this town is a prison. With its four walls closin' in. . And they got one pill to make you smaller.
I cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance. I was the salt of the earth, I was hard. The last of the independents. . And in the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene.
Don't write me no more letters. My mailbox is full of bombs. Between you and the kooks on my block. I don't remember the good times. I wasn't there and you were kind.
We were the magnificent dreamers. In secret lamplight hideouts. We swore the world couldn't break us. Even when the world took us down. . So here I am strugglin' out in the mighty jungle.
We are the last of the jukebox Romeos. We are romantics by the light of the fourway. We came to sing out a chorus, reinvent the good times. And bring it all back home again.
Women think I'm lazy, always tryin' to waste me. And make me burn the candle right down. But baby, baby, well I don't need no jewels in my crown. . 'Cause all you women is low down gamblers.
Thats enough my men. Its time to clock my hands. Call all the papers tomorrow. Say we did the best we can. Cause the doctor is in the hospital. And the poet just let down.
Are you scared this sounds familiar?. What if everybody knew the very trials and temptations. That we put ourselves through?. Now I am no angel but I got nothing to hide.
The Cool is dead, baby, go on to sleep. Rest your weary head and love a better me. And in the morning we'll start over again. That's how they do it up on the screen.
Not tonight, not tonight. Honey, I am on fire. I can't feel a single thing but the weight of the wires. . Crackin' electric like. Remember baby, we were a stone.
Did you grow up lonesome and one of a kind?. Were your records all you had to pass the time?. Or maybe you were taken by the mysteries of New Orleans.
In the back seats of burned out cars. In the disenchantment lane. The ideal angels twist and turn. And ask forgiveness for future mistakes. . But you and I, we've been through this.
Now the lights go low on the avenue. And the cars pass by in the rain. University boys and the girls fill the bars. While I'm just waiting on the light to change.
Well I wonder which song they're gonna play when we go. I hope it's something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow. When we float out into the ether into the everlasting arms.
Oh, my darling, you are the restless sea. With your black heart raging over me. As the blue skies see the same troubles as we. To be true, I love the restless sea.
And in the first year of my former life. I was 17 and in wildfire burning. If I stretched out my hands. I was convinced I could conjure angels. And yeah, I was pretty sure she was bulletproof.
You better never tell nobody all the things Ive seen. How you bought this haunted city under. With many, many, many down servants. In the service of their queen.
Well I feel just like a stranger. I don't sleep at all anymore. and the arms that used to hold me. well now they done me harm. and I feel just like a murderer.