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Thom's Bells
05:27
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If not tomorrow, at least today
I love you more than words can say
If not tomorrow, at least today
I need you now or never babe
Senorita I must say you send me every way
Two brown eyes that hypnotize my wined and dizzy head
Run away run away run away with me angel of the hour
Run way run away run away with me my momentary flower
[Chorus]
Mama martyr me and save yourself for someone else
Crucify me for tonight and then leave me there for dead
Run away run away run away with me angel of the hour
Run way run away run away with me my momentary flower
[Chorus]
I need you so bad, it drives me mad
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I need ten ton trucks and thirty-nine brides
I need serious fuel to survive
I want a taste of every ecstacy in sight
I hark sweet high pitches, stunningly sung
Amid faceless frenzies of britches and tongue
I strive to explode virgin vessels dressed to nines
and looking for a little action
Maybe I'm the king of swine
But I find the flesh divine
I am sexual everything
That's the sexual politics of me
I pine for dark limbs-akimbo sex with destitute hearts
I want to see their every muscle flex
The dubious poets of flesh and sweat
With buns of steel and fingers wet
[Chorus]
Throw wide the door
I need more and more and more and more and more
It's feeding frenzy
It's four to the floor
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You gave me instruction
Lessons in the art of self-destruction
I took what I needed
And flew away as far as I could from that feeling
And when you're done where will you be?
Heaven is a double dare
That keeps me from returning there
Knowing good and well I can't because I'm scared
[Chorus]
Heaven are your beery eyes
Shouting up into the skies
Heaven are your weary eyes
Dumb and blind on spiritual wine
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She is a queen that will never stop reigning me
A mean doe-eyed dream that has haunted me
Since 1986 hallowe'en
Please don't be my Maud Gonne
God knows I don't need one
She once said to me
That she "lives through me vicariously"
She obviously can't conceive of
The violence of irony
[Chorus]
She is a queen that will never stop reigning me
She is a dream that will never stop haunting me
[Chorus]
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Angel C
03:18
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Wide-eyed white lies cunningly told
Your trysts and treasons are impossibly bold
Why I stay around god only knows
I still wonder why I don't go
Angel see, angel do
Nothing more than she wants to
Angel see, angel do
She'll do anything that moves
Sleepless midnights burning my brain
Just like dogfights in red baron planes
Vague demonologies of gentlemen seen
My horse for a kingdom of skeleton keys
[Chorus]
Boy you better blow your eyes out
Or she will go
Or she will steal your heart
Right out from under you
If you don't go
If you don't see
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Baby Belle
02:48
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Baby Belle can't you tell that your heaven is my hell?
That your lips could leave a saintly man confounded?
You're a sweet western swing
On my Texas TV screen
I'll make millions when I sing these songs about you
I can see the damage you done to me
But I still can't leave
Can't you see the damage you done to me?
Can't you set me free?
My divine libertine are my sins not most sublime?
Is salvation a crime that's worth defending?
My marine disko queen
My soft memory machine
Is it all just a dream or am i dying?
[Chorus]
Baby belle, baby belle I'm not doing very well
I can't seem to dream of anything except for you
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Dixie's Door
04:13
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What I need is a love
That will carry me home
Back to sweet dixie's door
Where I come from before
What I need is a love
That will treat me like a child
At the center of the world
Where I come from before
Where are the belles? Where is my belle?
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I can't make love to you anymore
I can't make love to you anymore
No matter how much I wish it weren't true
I'm falling out of love with you
I can't make love to you anymore
It's not supposed to be a chore
Every time I take you to bed
I pretend you're someone else instead
And I don't ever want you to forgive me
Cause I don't even forgive myself
I can't make love to you anymore
I can't make love to you anymore
I want to tear my eyes in threes
Every time I think these things
[Chorus]
I can't make love to you anymore
I can't make love to you anymore
No matter how much I wish it weren't true
I'm falling out of love with you
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Chris Lee New York
Chris Lee is a Brooklyn-based, North Carolina-born singer-songwriter. He has released four albums and performed throughout the US and Europe.
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