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Every You Every Me  [Placebo]
Praise You  [Fatboy Slim]
Coffee & TV  [Blur]
Bedroom Dancing  [Day One]
Colorblind  [Counting Crows]
Comin' Up From Behind  [Marcy Playground]
Secretly  [Skunk Anansie]
This Love  [Craig Armstrong]
You Could Make A Killing  [Aimee Mann]
Bitter Sweet Symphony  [The Verve]

  Every You Every Me    

Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is spent.

Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.

Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse.

In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me... he

Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake.
There's never been so much at stake.

I serve my head up on a plate.
It's only comfort, calling late.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me... he

Every me and every you,
Every Me... he

Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.

All alone in space and time.
There's nothing here but what here's here's mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me... he


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  Praise You    

We've come a long, long way together
Through the hard times and the good
I have to celebrate you, baby
I have to praise you
like I should

We've come a long, long way together
Through the hard times and the good
I have to celebrate you, baby
I have to praise you like I should

I have to praise you
I have to praise you like I should

We've come a long, long way together
Through the hard times and the good
I have to celebrate you, baby
I have to praise you like I should

I have to praise you
I have to praise you


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  Coffee & TV    

Do you feel like a chain-store
practically flored
One of many zeros
kicked around bored
Your ears are full, but you're empty
holding out your heart
to people who never really
care how you are

So give me coffee and TV
Peacefully
I've seen so much, I'm going blind
And I'm brain-dead virtually
Sociability
is hard enough for me
take me away from this big bad world
and agree to marry me
so we can start over again.

Do you go to the country
it isn't very far
There's people there who'll hurt you
'cos of who you are
your ears are full of their language
there's wisdom there you're sure
'till the words start swirling/slurring
and you can't find the door


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  Bedroom Dancing    

Do U wanna go dancin?
In a club?
We could have a good time and live it up.
Sed if U wanna go dancing U gotta wear a tuxedo
And we could do the tango whereva we go
Sed if U wanna do the tango then we're gonna need a ballroom
So she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom
And then she did it... stripped me half naked
And told me that her body was sacred.
She sed I could take it, if I danced with her
But sumhow I knew that she was an indian giver

I sed 'what about tomorrow? '
She sed 'what about tonight? '
She sed 'trust me baby itll be alright'

She walked in wearin stiletto boots
First woman, weddin then honeymoon,
This girl that I thought I knew so well
Didnt know her until we hit the hotel
And we're on the dancefloor, by the seashore
She sed 'these nights we dance together is what I live for'
I sed 'what about before, before these nights? '
She sed 'ask me no questions and ill tell U no lies'

I sed 'what about tomorrow? '
She sed 'what about tonight?
Trust me baby itll be alright'

And so we danced and danced and danced and danced and danced
So we danced and danced and danced and danced and danced all night.

12 o' clock the music stopped (music fades out to silence)
She walked away from me and took her shoes off
And she sed 'thats it'
And I knew it,
She sed 'we cant dance without music. ' (music starts up again)

I sed 'we can dance tomorrow'
She sed 'we've already danced tonight, trust me baby ull be alright'
It'll be alright.
It'll be alright.


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  Colorblind    

I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stutter shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am fine

I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am fine


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  Comin' Up From Behind    

Ah, She's an eight ball,
She's a'rollin faster than a white wall,
She's got an avalanche packed into a snowball,
She's a losin all the links,
She's like a stonewall,
She's loaded up,

She's the underdog,
Gonna take a mighty swipe
At the high horse,
While'a sippin on her tricks
In a pitfall,
Makin eyes at the girls like bullfrogs,
I'm telling you, sir,

She's comin up from,
comin up from, comin up,
comin up from behind,

She's comin up from,
comin up from, comin up,
comin up from behind,

You'd like her hanging
Like a sneaker on a live wire, dangling,
While your Wall Street pockets are jangling
With the hollow jackpot of your rich kid games,

It's a longshot,
She's got a troop and a tongue for a slingshot,
But she's takin' steady aim
At the bigshots,
It's hard to miss the rolling-polies
On the blacktop,
You better watch your turf,

You had her hanging
Like a sneaker on a live wire, dangling,
While your golden-lined pockets were jangling
With the hollow jackpot of your wretched games,

She caught your sick lie,
It's creepin in the shadow of your white smile,
Lurking underneath the cover of your bedroom eyes,
Well, you're greasin' up the lance for your small-fry,

You wanna talk it up, do you?
Well you're floatin like a royal balloon - oh,
Your ego's swollen to the size of the moon, well,
I think you found somebody to cut you down to size.
Well well,


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  Secretly    

I've been biding my time,
been so subtly kind,

I got to think so selfishly,
'cos you're the face inside of me.

I've been biding my days,
u see evidently it pays,
I've been a friend,
with unbiased views,
then secretly lust after you.

so now he's gone rusty
you're bored and bemused.
you wanna do someone else,
so you should be by yourself,
instead of here with me, secretly.

trying hard to think pure,
bloody hard when I'm raw,
you talking out so sexually,
'bout boys 'n girls and your friggin' dreams
so now you feel lusty,
you're hot and confused,
so now you've been busted,
you're caught feeling used.

you had to do someone else,
you should've been by yourself,
instead of here with me, secretly, secretly.


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  This Love    

This love
This love is a strange love
In that it can lift a love
This love

This love
I think I'm gonna fall again
And ever when you held the hand
And turn 'em in your fingers, love

This love
Now rehearsed we stay, love
Doesn't know it is love
This love

This love
Doesn't have to feel love
Doesn't care to be love
It doesn't mean a thing
This love

This love loves love
It's a strange love, strange love

This love
This love
This love is a strange love, strange love
I'm gonna fall again love
Doesn't mean a thing
Think I'm gonna fall again
This Love


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  You Could Make A Killing    

There is nothing that competes with habit
And I know it's neither deep nor tragic
It's simply that you have to have it

So you can make a killing
Oh you can make a killing
Oh you can make a killing

I wish I was both young and stupid
Then I too could have the fun that you did
Till it was time to pony up what you bid

So you could make a killing
Oh you could make a killing
Oh you could make a killing

I could follow you and search the rubble
Or stay right here and save myself some trouble
Or try to keep myself from seeing double

Or I could make a killing
Or I could make a killing
Oh I could make a killing
Yeah I could make a killing
I could make a killing


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  Bitter Sweet Symphony    

Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony this life...
Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to
the money then you die.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down...
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the veins meet, yeah.

No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next...
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Well I never pray,
But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah.
I need to hear some sounds that recognise the pain in me, yeah.
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now.
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.

No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

(Well have you ever been down?)
(I can't change, I can't change...)

Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony this life.
Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some money then you die.
You know I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next.
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(Been down)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)
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