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Better Next Time
03:50
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St. Theresa, I wanna meet ya
Your mystic ways are drawing me
into ecstasy.
But I've got issues
The kind that kill you
The not so pious type that just need
some forgiving
Chorus:
And you look lovely on TV
but so much better in front of me
standing on the corner of my crooked mind
And I still make the same mistakes
but I'm still weak enough for grace
and sister I just want to do better next time
Poor St. Francis, how did you manage
to stare at the sweet, young Claire and just see
the face of God
Cause, man, I tell you
it's not easy to do
when best intentions turn into such dirty thoughts
Chorus
Saints and sinners
losers, winners
devils, angels, junkies, Jesus, and businessmen
Am I right or wrong?
Which side am I on?
Tell me will I ever be innocent again.
Chorus
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2. |
Pickin' Apples
02:56
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gonna eat, gonna drink, and we’re gonna be merry
halloween comes gonna dress real scary
witches hat and vampire tooth,
we’ll walk through the haunted woods
like we used to do
i’ll steal liquor from the store on the corner
while you swap jokes with the backslapping owner
he’s a friend of your mother, he’s a friend of your dad
his daughters the second best friend you never had
chorus:
we’re pickin’ apples
we’re chasin’ seagulls
we're doing things we'll only wish
that we could do someday
when we are older
but we are younger nor
and if we keep it up i think
that we'll be ok
well the school we're attending is gonna be torn down
they're gonna build a new one
when money comes around
but you can't put your trust in the government
my dad's gonna tell you when he gets drunk again
oh he's not abusive but he's so damned lazy
if i stare at him it's gonna drive me crazy
i gotta run with you honey through the fields at night
till our feet are washed by the morning light
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3. |
Half Assed Revolution
05:03
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put your voice
in a song
even if you can't sing
or get the words all wrong
cause music feels
so much to me
like the breath of god
like a prayer for peace
Chorus:
and i don’t need a flower in my hand
or some half-assed revolution
to feel a little love in my heart
to put the good kind of change
in my time
and whether hell above or heaven below
my song will mark my destination
so let me shine, lord let me shine
broken strings
and angel wings
they stoke my skin
with their melodies
and i’m a better person
only when i’m drunk
off of simple rhythms
and the songs we’ve sung
chorus
hell no, i won’t
give up the dream
even if it kills me
or makes me unclean
cause my heart is racing
with joy and pain
i’d rather die from trying
then live in vain
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4. |
Ladybug
02:47
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the confines of my room are painful
the house fills up with salty rain
but it sure is nice outside
door flies open, but i stay put
cause some cruel ghost has stapled my foot
in whom can i confide?
can’t stop, can’t go any further
the only way out is the way that i came in
but i don’t do things that way, i don’t know, i’ve never tried
chorus:
because i’m ten feet off the ground
and i’m spinning all around
i see you say by me you’ll stay
but in my eyes i see you up and fly away
thoughts of you cannot console me
so i pretend to watch the tv but
it won’t wash you away
minutes move like years of sorrow
hoping for some happiness tomorrow
cause i don’t want to live my life this way
because outside the sun is shining bright
but night is day and day is night
and i can’t live life this way, i don’t know, i’ve never tried
chorus
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New Wine, Moonshine
02:02
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in the corner of my memory
in the corner of this bar
there’s a juke box spinning tear drops
and a girl i can see from afar
chorus:
and she has got the kind of face that i
cannot forget when i’m a sober man
so i’m gonna drink until i am convinced
that i just don’t give a damn
she’s my new wine, she’s my moonshine
she’s my long hungover dream
and the piano is the drunk one, you know
but it’s not, no it’s not drunk as me
chorus
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