| Lyric | Song Title | Band Name |
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| Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings... | |
| It's just no good anymore since she went away... | |
| No time to wallow in the mire... | |
| Let's move before they raise the parking rate... | |
| She's a neon-light diamond and she can live on the street... | |
| When we were at school our games were simple... | |
| Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye... | |
| When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead... | |
| And I can't sail my yacht, he's taken everything I've got... | |
| I just can't believe the loveliness of loving you... | |
| She got loving like quicksand, only took one touch of her hand... | |
| I thought love was more or less a given thing... | |
| Never been a sinner, I never sinned, I got a friend in Jesus... | |
| | Lyric | Song Title | Band Name |
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| Before the thing could answer me, someone came and took the lamp away... | |
| Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling blue... | |
| It's been the ruin of many a poor boy... | |
| Burns like a red coal carpet, mad bull lost his way... | |
| And a time to every purpose under heaven... | |
| Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes... | |
| Seems she forgot all about the library like she told her old man now... | |
| To think about the girl you love and hold her tight... | |
| Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door... | |
| My heart burns with feeling, but my mind, it's cold and reeling... | |
| In this time, give it to me easy... | |
| Who's trippin down the streets of the city... | |
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