1. |
Here, Here and Here
04:11
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2. |
Inside My Head
04:06
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He's got inside my head
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand
I am not anymore surprised at your phone calls at 4 in the morning
(Hello, hello)
You try to write me letters like you've transformed into Charles Dickens overnight or something
(Oh, I'm sorry)
And I doubt that you've considered that maybe,
Just maybe those genes that you were forced in,
Although heavy, are no excuse for your lack of trust in anyone, even you.
My boyfriend used my palm, as an ashtray,
And that was on his good days
My scar looks like a bear, or a rabbit
They said, "It's just his bad habits."
He's got inside my head
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand
I'm not even scared to come cure your past,or try to reinvent it
(Just leave it alone)
I can be your lover, and your mother,
And your father you never really had to take you fishing or teach compassion
You used my voice as your spokesman
You couldn't walk on your own feet
Ain't that horrid
He's got inside my head
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand
Are you going to tell me that you can't bear this weight that was a present 12 years from this day?
Well this town's on the edge of the dry, dry ocean,
And you're thinking you're immune to getting torn or more
Yeah...Yeah...
Come on
He's got inside my bed
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand
He's got inside my bed
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand
What's the use, I've caught the blindness
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3. |
No Rain (Blind Melon)
03:32
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4. |
Going Away
03:39
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Please don't forget me. I'm going away.
I'm taking a taxi to Kentucky where they don't need to know all about me.
I just need to feel safe.
I've got a thousand sweaters and shoes and paintings
to hide the skeletons in my bed.
Don't ask where I'm going.
I'm going away. I'm going my way.
Finally it's my time to be lonely, and lost, unloved and I can't wait.
Don't forget what I said. Don't forget my letter.
Every night I pray for you. I don't got no religion, isn't that something?
I'll miss those days. I saved that bottle, its now 10 years aged.
I've got some bibles I could sell for money, and a pair of fresh shaved legs.
Won't you baby come with me?
I've got extra space, in my car, in my heart, in my mind,
look there's the passengers seat by the post cards you gave.
(Don't know where I'm going)
But he said, "slow down. Slow down. Think it over.
We've all got wretched closets,
but silly girl pride kills more than aids lately."
I said, " Come on. I've thought it over. I don't want to die here.
I have no desire to get married."
I can't race the others anymore.
No. I must learn to race myself.
I'm going away. I'm going my way.
Finally it's my time to be lonely, and lost, unloved and I can't wait.
Please forget what I said. Please forget my letter. ( I'll find my way)
Every night I pray for you, I don't got no religion isn't that something
I'll miss those days. I...I...I'm not going half way!
Every night I pray for your. Don't believe in heaven.
Or that it could be a happy place.
I'm going away.
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5. |
Agree To Disagree
03:51
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Your house, the coffee tastes like dirt
Not because I'm hurt, no. That's just what it tastes like
Dirt roads, remind me of my skin
Not because I'm wasting away
With the gravel you ground in, that's what it feels like
I won't be sorry, won't go moping around
In fact I'm doing quite well for now
There's something 'bout giving up, that sounds so bitter sweet
Think I'll throw in the towel right now (but fold it nice and neat)
I'll lay low on the ground and I'll be on my feet
When I can breathe, when I'm good and ready
This tree, with lovers heart engraved
Not because I'm lonely, just because I hate it
Sunshine digs underneath my nails
Not because I'm burning all my hopes
Scorching all my faith, as far as I can tell
I'm not bitter, I'm not mouthing out words
Look at my face, believe me now
There's something about giving up, that sounds so bitter sweet
Think I'll throw in the towel right now (But fold it nice and neat)
I'll lay low on the ground and I'll be on my feet
When I can breathe, when I'm good and ready
There's something 'bout giving up, that sounds so bitter sweet
Think I'll throw in the towel right now (but fold it nice and neat)
I'll lay low on the ground and I'll be on my feet
When I can breathe, when I'm good and ready
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6. |
Hug Me (Meg's Remix)
03:10
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Meg & Dia Salt Lake City, Utah
Meg & Dia is: Dia Frampton, Meg Frampton, Carlo Gimenez, Jonathan Snyder, & Nick Price.
The band formed in 2005 in Salt Lake City, Utah.
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