1. |
Candy Apple Grey
04:21
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There's colour round her eyes
Like candy apple grey
I hate it when she lies
Like something in my way
Bring me silver knives
And coloured sticky tape
Saturday market wives
On the roundabout I'll wait...
Lover
I loved ya...
You colour in your eyes
With pencil shaded grey
The child in you cries
With each and every day
Buy me outta this
Hide inside yourself
Been looking for a kiss
Left it somewhere else...
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2. |
Some Gurl
02:33
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Not just some girl
You're the one girl
You and me make
Two, for fuck's sake
Don't think you
Know what to do
I caught a kiss
It weren't like this
Wait for me
I'll try to be
The one you saw
The boy before
Acting's all mine
Strictly small time
Where did you go?
Never said, 'no'
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3. |
Because Of You
03:24
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Talk to me until
You said you will
But please don't make me fall in love with you
You're the one who waits
With happy on her face
But just don't make me tell it all to you
'Cause my heart was breaking...
Because of you
They wanna take you to town
And parade you around
But please don't let them get the best of you
We got hearts to hide
And you know I tried
But I can't help but fall in love with you
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4. |
Sparkle
03:30
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It's tomorrow in the morning
And the rain falls down
And just what part of 'no'
Don't I understand?
But I fought in a war for you
Just for showing me something new
Baby, what we gonna do?
Baby, what we gonna do?
And I'll taint you just for looking
With your starry-eyed surprise
Don't you mind?
So they stamped out all your sparkle
And they cut your hair
Too tired today to argue
What was never there
'Cause we're worse than we were before
Fighting a losing war
Can't you even lie anymore?
Can't you even lie anymore?
And I'll stain you just for looking
Where star-crossed lovers lie
Don't you mind?
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5. |
Boyfriend Gum
03:15
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Saw you in my country nights
Saw me in your city lights
They weren't there to let you down
Let me wrap my arms around
Pretty girl
There's crying in your smile
You can't tell me lies
It ain't your style
Pretty girl
Please stay here for a while
You can't tell me lies
You can't tell me lies
It ain't your style
I'm the one to follow you
Boyfriend gum stuck on your shoe
You're the one to rescue me
Just like they sent you to be
Pretty girl
I want your eyes in mine
We can push and pull
Most every time
Pretty girl
I want your skin on mine
We can push and pull
We can push and pull
Most every time
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6. |
Hazel Eyes
03:43
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Changed the names as the almost-innocent
Drift unanchored out to sea
Call her name, she's not woke up properly yet
Always somewhere else to be
It's not enough to hurt you (your)
Hazel eyes...
I ain't twisting anybody's arm
Gotta get there on your own
Always promise to keep you safe from harm
We can make this house a home
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7. |
The Angel Thieves
03:33
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Show me slides of Summer
With the seventies kids
Teach me things that I don't understand
Sing me songs of Jesus
Like my Grandmother did
Summer's gone - we've broken up the band
I just wanna live in the town where we did
Just wanna walk where we were
I just wanna live in the house that we did
Before the angel thieves stole her
Sing me songs of Summer
For the seventies kids
Living, loving, losing down the lane
Fridays going shopping
Like my Mum and Dad did
Sharing car park tickets in the rain
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8. |
Like Tarka Did
02:15
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You ran away from home
On a garage junk sale day
Elizabethan Rose
Hide it all away
There's twentyseven names for tears
More than twice as many misspent years
I wish I had a home today
Like Tarka did on Christmas Day
Found a photograph
On a jumble sale stall
Something pulled me back
To the place where I was born
She bought herself a loaded gun
To die with her best songs unsung
She wished she had a home today
Like Tarka did on Christmas Day
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9. |
Ivy League
03:26
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There's a letter in a box
There's a picture in a frame
Is it better to be lost
Than to find yourself again?
There's a number on a house
There's a name upon a door
And I believe in you
I believe in you
And I will hold your hand
Like it's written in the sand
Come on, make me understand
Ivy League
'Cause I am here with you
Nothing matters much, it's true
And you know what you must do
(And I know what I must do)
Ivy League
There's a table in a room
There's some silver on a shelf
If you're able to do soon
Then save this for yourself
There's a letter in a box
By a picture in a frame
Says: "I'm leaving you"
Said: "I'm leaving you"
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10. |
Rainy Blue
02:36
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Rainy Blue, you gotta make your own way
I've been shot down
In the distance there's the words that you'll say
I've been shot down
And there's no ignoring
What ya (we) can't explain away
And she needs some excitement
Here today
Rainy Blue, you gotta go your own way
I've been shot down
Left your room just like it always was now
I've been shot down
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11. |
Runaround
03:12
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He loves her heroin
She hates the state they're in
Keep in shape - skinny, thin
He loves her heroin
I wish that she'd give me the runaround
I'm older than I've ever been
Had my head turned round and upside down
She's younger than she's ever been
So where's her sea of love?
Her hurt to rise above?
Her block-it-all-out drugs?
So where's her sea of love?
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12. |
Closing Time
03:42
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It's Mother's Day
And they're all staying home
But come what may
They'll all bless our riffraff bones...
No birthday card
No cake to take away
You worked so hard
And they hated you when you went away...
It's closing time
And everything's undone
Cross the line
The boy who died when he's young...
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Tim Chaplin UK
Purveyor of sad English pop songs.
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