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Cossacks of Love
03:36
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I don't think I'm brave enough
To run with the serious cossacks of love
But you move like a cavalry
And I have no choice but to sign myself up
My heart beats crazy
My heart was born to break
My heart don't stand a chance
But that's a chance I have to take
I'm running running running
I know your love is coming
You run with ungentlemen
All of them tedious gangsters of love
And the ways that you wrangle them
Make me delerious
Enough is enough
My heart beats crazy
My heart was born to break
My heart don't stand a chance
But that's a chance I have to take
[Chorus]
You've teased my soul so long
My love's a thousand stories long
Bleary-eyed and blushing
My blood's a river rushing
My heart beats crazy
My heart was born to break
My heart don't stand a chance
But that's a chance I was born to take
[Chorus]
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Sail On
03:44
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Blackstone rangers circling 'round
Pretty strangers getting down
Golden lessons are learning themselves this evening
Fauban fables exploding new
Beating hearts and they're bleeding blue
Stolen questions that I never knew we'd rescue
And we sail on
So where did all the Dan Penns go?
And who am I to think I'd know?
A Southern cipher or merely a backseat driver?
The favorite suns must be setting soon
Running scared to the classic tune
Of broken cycles a-chiming in time and season
[Chorus]
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An ocean swell immersed me well
And voices massed to cast a spell
Step by step I struck the keys
Unveiling holy harmonee
I was the soul of a nation who's gone mad
I was a teenage symphony to God
Around me mad vibrations swirled
The dumbest angel in the world
The feels flowed, the mouths were fed
My fragile soul was left for bled
[Chorus]
The devil's choir is in my head
It sings me deeper into bed
And day to day I'm haunted by
The spectors deep inside my mind
[Chorus]
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4. |
Lately I Want You
04:39
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Never thought to treat you fine
Never cared when you were mine
But lately I want you
Mama I need you
Funny how you think you know
Thought that I could let you go
But lately I want you
Mama I need you
Now desperate visions bury me alive
Lying wild awake in bed
Lately I want you
Mama I need you
Stars between the evergreens
Make me wonder eveything
Make me want to stomp and sing
Lately I want you
Mama I need you
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Julie Ann, Julie Ann
She's my sweet physician
You've got to understand
Julie Ann, Julie Ann
Found my true religion
In the city's desert sand
She's my secret mission
My Yankee belle
I never knew I needed someone else until I fell
into the arms of my Julie Ann
[Chorus]
My sacred heart is in her hands
Her every whim is my command
Understand I'm your man
[Chorus]
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Swearing by the wildest notion
That you and I are supposed to be
I'm revelling in blind emotion
Knowing you will come to see
I'm doing everything I can
To make you understand
I'm your man
These reveilles of love I'm blaring
Won't be wasted melodees
The stations of the cross I'm bearing
Are frequencies I'm bound to reach
[Chorus]
I never thought that I'd be feeling so divine
With just the thought of making you mine
The chase is everything, no matter what it brings
And I won't stop 'til every soul sings
[Chorus]
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Say it Ain't Soul
04:58
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Well it ain't rock and roll
That story's been sold
I don't believe in blue eyes
Just in rusty-red heart's cries
I'm just a man who sings what I know
Say it ain't soul
When the music was bold
Every boy could spin gold
Now the Emporer's clothes
Lie crumpled in the backseat of some '76 Olds
[Chorus]
I'm dying to know:
Who are you to say it ain't soul?
I'm not a man who sings what I'm told
Say it ain't soul
How would you even know?
Say it ain't soul
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8. |
Nobody Cares For Me
03:08
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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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