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It's a Casino Life
04:24
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Close my eyes…and you’ll come back
Tried to catch a falling knife
I was never gonna win that fight
Asked if you were OK. You lied
I said I’d be there when it all falls through
I missed the scars, hesitation wounds
I tried every trick I knew but I failed
The playground where the hawthorn grew
The trees on Second Avenue
The scenes we knew will always sing your name to me
I thought you held the city in your hands
Happy hour to one-night stands
Moving through a party on a roof somewhere
Ella said that Ella knew
Saw ten missed calls, all from you
You’d been a bird begging for sky. Then you flew
The playground where the hawthorn grew
The trees on Second Avenue
The scenes we knew, they’ll always sing your name to me
She gave you flowers and applause
She gave you a rocking horse
You were always my favourite lost cause. My lost cause
A mind plays tricks, no one’s safe
Your mind was such a dangerous place
The mind seduces and betrays
Who gets beaten, who gets saved?
It’s a casino life—but we led it anyway
I will always sing your name
I will always sing your name
Every darkness, every dawn
I lost count of all the drugs you were on
You seemed to be so happy that last day
Was there no place in the world for you?
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Afternoons
04:58
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Your hair tied up, a chiffon scarf
I meet you later, after dark
Some Soho bar, rememberin’
Did happiness come round again?
Oh I’m in this game I’ll never win
Would wishin’ bring you home again?
Our afternoons in darkened rooms
Adagios the colour blue
Does no one ever say your name, my love?
The stars have vanished from the sky
You’re painting flowers so they will not die
Your calla lilies, Queen Anne’s lace
There was always something babe, you had to chase
Did no one ever say come home, my love?
I been waitin’ so long for some better time
A string of days that felt just right
Did you make plans for the end of the year?
Sunday morning, get out of here
Oh there’s so many things I still don’t know
I’ve seen some sorrow come and go
The years will do what the years’ll do
Happiness will come for you, for you
Did no one ever say your name, my love?
So many things I had to do
I loved the world that came with you
I loved the world
We’ll never see it again
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We made mistakes, who doesn’t babe?
I loved you while the music played
You said they were your Venice years
Some part of you had disappeared
And on the days you filled with sun
I’d count the ways we’d come undone
You can’t save me from myself
They followed you, your ups and downs
Chicago was a lonely town
Still don’t know who runs the game
I loved you while the music played
I loved you through the Autumn days
I loved you while the music played
The beauty too, of what remains
I’ll hold onto…with all that’s gone away
Please is there something i could borrow?
I’ll have a handful of tomorrow
They followed you, your ups and downs
Chicago was a lonely town, a lonely town
They followed you
They followed you
They followed you
I loved you through the Autumn haze
I loved you while the music played
While the music played
Please, is there something?
While the music played
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4. |
Another Sun Gone Down
04:22
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Remember Anna’s t-shirt?
YOU’D BETTER BE MAKING MORE THAN I CAN SPEND it said
Her taste for Adderall and peaches and waves
An endless summer in her head
Nobody knows just where you went
Nobody says a word
I see you with your paper and notes
For books you never wrote
Now it’s one after another
Things we love vanish from our lives
Memory and colours dissolve
Like letters in the sky
Nobody knows just why you went
You never left a note
I’ll see you in the fallen leaves
In songs I’ll one day sing
Anna I made a vow, no one can hurt you now
Anna I watched you go, out in the falling snow
Anna I made a vow, no one can hurt you now
Another sun gone down, another light gone out
Another sun gone down…
Sun gone down, light gone out
Another sun gone down, another light gone out
I feel a little older now
I feel a little older now, older now, older now…
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That’s what the music is for
That’s what the music is for…
November again, days ending in early dark
Memory plays memory games with the past
And the leaves perfect gold
And the trees now they’re old
Oh come in from the night—you don’t have to stay there anymore
Oh come in from the night—you don’t have to stay there anymore
How will you know? How will you know?
How will you know? Surely you’ll know
How will you know? Surely you’ll know when the fair’s over
Bring back the years, bring back the world
Bring back the days that had you in them
That’s what the music is for
Oh you’ll freeze in the cold
All the dreams you still hold
Oh come in, from the night—you don’t have to stay there anymore
Come in, from the night—you don’t have to stay there anymore
That’s what the music is for
That’s what the music is for
That’s what the music is for
When the fair’s over…
That’s what the music is for
When the fair’s over…
That’s what the music is for
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What we had we’ll always have
We’ll always have Paris
What we had, we’ll always have it
I’m a man with no illusions
Death would be my best career move
I’m a man with no illusions
I’m a man with no illusions
I’ve seen so many come and go
I’m used to it, it’s all I know
I’ve seen so many come and go
There’ll always be another show
I’ve seen so many come and go
I’m used to it, it’s all I know
I’ve seen so many come and go
The music stays, the singer goes
The singer goes…
Death would be my best career move
Death would be my best career move
I’ve seen so many come and go
The music stays
The singer goes, the singer goes
The music stays
The singer goes away…
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7. |
The American Resistance
02:36
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Tonight, I can write the saddest lines
I know that hope seems hard to find
You could leave this country. Are you sure you should?
Would you stay to fight for something good?
America has fallen now
Resistance risin’ in every town
People put to the test
People who’ll do their best
Your liquor sitting on a silver tray
How it sings salvation’s on its way
Now you’re drinking more and writing less
Now the fortune teller, that’s what she said
America has fallen now
Resistance risin’ in every town
And the people who do their best
Are the people put to the test
A line of black cars, headlights on
In the morning sunlight…
What went wrong?
What went wrong?
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White gardenias on a lake of tears…
A bloom of black umbrellas in the rain
She counts her pretty fingers once again
Her wild regrets
Kids are doin’ cartwheels in the park
Playin’ last games before dark
So where are you?
You know we’re not supposed to feel this way
There’s so many things we’re just not sayin’
Well you know we’re not supposed to feel this way
You’re hurtin’ still but there’s no way to say it
I went looking for some other kind of life
Burned out cars, carnival lights
You saved me from myself
She says I can’t stand it, I stand it anyway
She says I can’t stand it
Stand it anyway or else you can’t go on
You know we’re not supposed to feel this way
There’s so many things i know we’re just not sayin’
Or else you can’t go on
You know we’re not supposed to feel this way
Or else you can’t go on
You’re hurtin’ still with no way to say it
I sing this song to try to keep you here
I sing this song so you don’t disappear
I sing this song so I can see the years
If I sing this song maybe you won’t disappear
Or maybe you will
Or maybe you will
Or maybe you won’t
White gardenias on a lake of tears
I got tired of waitin’ for some better days
Somewhere Dusty was singing “if you go away…”
White gardenias on a lake of tears
We ran out of wishes, you ran out of years
White gardenias on a lake of tears
I thought we had time
I just don’t understand
Why you ran out of years
Are you there in the songs that i’ll leave behind?
Well that’s where you live
Are you there in the sun?
Are you there in the songs that I’ll leave behind?
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