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Scheherazade
03:26
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A long time ago in a black sedan
Was a crooked face on a crooked man
He brought a bundle back home from overseas
In the deepest part of the deepest South
Was circus tent and a restless town
Outside the name on the sign that read “TONIGHT SCHEHERAZADE”
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
You’re attractive as a lightning rod
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
You’re a blessing and a curse from God
Everybody likes a little taste of poison
The air was heavy and thick
People sitting on the edge of their seats
They were looking for S-E-X - man, you could melt from the body heat
Then Tom Thumb plays a bugle and drum
And says everybody “Here she comes”
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
You’re attractive as a lightning rod
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
You’re a blessing and a curse from God
Everybody likes a little taste of poison
They were laying in a pile of lust
Swimming in a river of sweat
She took their money and laughed
This was a lesson they would never forget
For every one of the seven vails you’ve got to pay a price
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
You’re attractive as a lightning rod
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
You’re a blessing and a curse from God
Everybody likes a little taste of poison
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2. |
Girl Most Likely
03:39
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Here she comes again
Sharp as a needle and she’s getting underneath your skin
She’s the sun up in the sky
And she’ll burn you quick as a wink with her evil eyes
But who’s going to be the one to get their way?
The girl most likely
She’s a holiday
A Cinderella shrink-wrapped underneath your Christmas tree
She’s a bad, bad girl
But it’s the good kind of bad and that’ll take her all around the world
Who’s going to be the one to get their way?
The girl most likely
She’s got me wrapped around her little finger
But I’ll only hang around so long
Then she goes away
And you knew that she would because the story always ends that way
There’s a fine, fine line
That she makes you walk, but crosses every time
Who’s going to be the one to get their way?
The girl most likely
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3. |
Baby Plays Games
03:27
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It starts to rain
She waves goodbye
Water-colored tears falling from her eyes
Some things don’t change
It’s over before it starts
Some things don’t change
She leaves a graveyard of broken hearts
Whenever baby plays games
She plays them with me.
She calls at night
She knows I’m alone
Says she drank too much and she can’t drive home
Some things don’t change
Every time a good time starts
Some things don’t change
She leaves a junkyard of broken parts
Whenever baby plays games
She plays them with me
And I always let her win
I know she’s only going to cheat again
Baby plays games right or wrong
Baby plays games all night long
This is my last chance to tell her how I feel
Then she says, ”I’ll tell you honey, it ain’t no big deal”
Some things don’t change
She takes me for the fool I am
Some things don’t change
I fall in line with her master plan
Whenever baby plays games
She plays them with me
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4. |
Grow Your Own
03:20
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Wake up
Go outside and take a look around
And don’t be afraid to let your feet touch the ground
Just because the sky is turning grey
Doesn’t mean you throw the day away
Grow your own
You’ve got to do it alone
You’ll be taken in by the sin that the city breeds
You’re so naive you don’t know who to believe
Open up your window, let the sun come in
You’ve been burned before and you will again
Just because somebody let you down
Doesn’t mean you burn your house right down to the ground
You’ve got to grow your own
You’ve got to do it alone
You’ll be taken in by the sin that the city breeds
You’re so naive you don’t know it’s time to leave
Grow your own
You’ve got to do it alone
Grow Your Own
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5. |
Hope To Hang On To
03:15
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Your father tried to wise you up and your mother kneeled down to pray
I think they got a little mixed up somewhere along the way
All you can do is find a little hope you can hang onto
All you can do is try to hang on too.
Tired of living hand-to-mouth, you always kneel down to pray
You find you’ve been praying for a miracle every day
All you can do is find a little hope you can hang onto
All you can do is try to hang on too.
Sometimes you’ll lose your grip and start to slip away
Now’s the time to lean back on the memories you’ve been saving for a rainy day
All you can do is find a little hope you can hang onto
All you can do is try to hang on too.
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6. |
Backslider
03:18
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This is how it begins
Underneath a blood-red moon
The cycle never ends
You hit the road too soon
Time flies by so fast you can’t remember where you are
The Devil’s in the details
Backslider
When you were a kid
You fell in love with a melody
You signed your name in blood so easily
Then they sell you just enough rope to hang you by
The Devil’s in the details
Backslider
You lean in for the kill underneath a tobacco sky
Now you’re the one waiting for the blood to dry
Time flies by so fast you can’t remember who you are
The Devil’s in the details
Backslider
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7. |
Up All Night
03:05
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I’ve been up all night
And I can’t remember my name
I’ve been up all night
Burning the endless flame
Fire used to be my friend
Now I’m burning myself again
I’ve been up all night
And I can’t remember my name
I’ve been up all night
In the eye of a hurricane
I’ve been up all night
Riding the worry train
When the train’s coming off the track
If it goes too far you know you can’t come back
I’ve been up all night
And I can’t remember my name
You’d better learn how to think before you do
There’s a million and one trap doors
You’re going to fall right through
You’ve got to be a little harder now
A little bit quicker now
A little bit colder now
And maybe just a little wicked now
I’ve been up all night
You used to be my friend
Now you’re slipping the shiv
In my back again
I’ve been up all night
And I can’t remember my name
You better learn to tell the righteous from the wrong
There’s a laundry list of shit to do before we’re gone
You’ve got to be a little harder now
A little bit quicker now
A little bit colder now
And maybe just a little wicked now
I’ve been up all night
And I can’t remember my name
I’ve been up all night
Burning the endless flame
Fire used to be my friend
Now I’m burning myself again and again
I’ve been up all night
And I can’t remember my name
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8. |
Pretty In Pink
03:39
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I think I’m all soul’d out
No more soul to sell
I’m always on one knee
Praying to a wishing well
Because around the world they all say cash is king
It’s all about the silver gold and green
I think I’m driving blind
I can’t see straight no more
I spy from the corner of my eye
A line I’ve never crossed before
Because around the world they all say cash is king
It’s all about the silver gold and green
I used to have a time machine
I could disappear by playing these silver strings
I’m well aware of who and where I am
I’m living with it anyway
Can you tell me what you pay for a misspent youth
I’ll add it up on Judgement Day
Because around the world they all say cash is king
It’s all about the silver gold and green.
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10. |
Palace Of Sin
03:09
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Destination
The street they call desire
So lonely
With a heart that is on fire
A house ain’t a home when you’re all alone all the time and he’s out on the road
To the gilded palace of sin
Where the outcast always fits in
Every loser is playing to win
Don’t be shy, come on in
I watched an angel
As she fell from God’s grace
Hard living
Put the lines across her face
For every lost soul that leaves home in search of a dream sometimes will go
To the gilded palace of sin
Where the outcast always fits in
Every loser is playing to win
Don’t be shy, come on in
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