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Glad I Don't Know
04:10
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I'm not sane, and I'm not left behind
And I'm not praying to be kept in mind
So glad I don't know
So glad I'm alone
I was dreaming of some place
Woke myself up just in case
I'm not same, I say it to your smile
Kiss on face, easy for a while
So glad I don't know
So glad I'm alone
I was dreaming of this girl
Then I woke up in her world
I only wanna be
me
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2. |
Coming Up For Air
04:14
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You're out of love again
It's hard to make you into a friend
But if I could you know I would pretend
You're out of luck again
I'll lead you down a path with no end
I'll lure you there with promises to mend
I've been in the dark most of my life
But I'm lighting up and coming up for air
Been living with fears most of my years
But I give them up and come on up for air
You're out of love again
You gave yourself to too many men
And told yourself you loved all of them
Been living like this, eluded by bliss
But I'm giving up and coming up for air
Been standing in line most of my time
Just queueing up not coming up for air
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3. |
Anarchy In Our Guitars
03:56
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Why are you so hard to be with?
What is it that makes me want to lie?
But on and on and on I try
Why is it that when you walk in all the air is sucked out of my lungs?
All I can do is speak in tongues
So I'm wishing on a star for motor cars and movie stars
And anarchy in our guitars
What if I ever get to know you?
What if I ever get to know you well?
What if I ever get to know you?
Ever get to know you?
Ever get to know you well?
Then we could be a couple of stars with anarchy in our guitars
You're not even on my planet
And if you were you couldn't be the same
Physical law would be insane
So I'm wishing on a star for magazines and hotel bars
And anarchy in our guitars
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4. |
Regrets
04:28
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Every now and then I sigh
And try to find the reason why, when we were cool, I was a fool
And every now and then I drink
And try to understand the link between me of then, my only friend
Regrets, my silly little pets
Once were killing me, now set me free
Regret like one more cigarette
Leaves me wanting more, don't know what for
And every now and then I smile
And know the truth just for a while
Cos in the end it was pretend
And every now and then I lie and all the hate wells up inside
And I don't know what to do till I remember what is true
Regrets, my silly little pets
Once they've eaten me they set me free
Regret that final cigarette
Always wanting more, don't know what for
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