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Can you remind me
My memory's hazy
Exactly how and where'd we meet
Near the Elbe
In the harbor
You lost your purse
I lost my keys
Alemania, Alemania, Alemania
When I met you in the garden
There was only a little time
So you showed me
What you're made of
I showed a taste of what was mine
So the next day
Inside your warm flat
Where your carpet burned your knees
We were healthy
And looked like a couple of porn stars
From the 1970s
Alemania, Alemania, Alemania
I remember, like the Elbe
We were slipping
Out to sea
I can see us
20/20
Not as fast now, not as free
Alemania, Alemania, Alemania
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In my head, there's a big white lie
Waiting for you
To pull out the truth
I’m afraid how I live my life
More like a lonely satellite
Even in my early innocence
I could never really connect
I don’t know how you do it
If you cut me again
We’ll be more than friends
I don’t think we could lose it
Though our sorrows feel the same
Girl, you taste like sugar cane
When our love
Starts to feel like lightning
I’ll bring my heart
Back from the dead
And your face holds
A piece of that light
Turning our hearts
Closer to red
Though our sorrow feels the same
Girl, you taste like sugar cane
And our sadness looks the same
So we taste like sugar cane
Where are you going
Chasing your mountain
Stay here
Holding my fingers
Taste what you’re wanting
Though this sorrow feels the same
Girl, you taste like sugar cane
Though our sorrow feels the same
Girl, you taste like sugar cane
And our sadness looks the same
So we taste like sugar cane
And if we sin again
We will taste like cinnamon
Volume 1 Track 2
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I look good in sunlight
You want me to act right
Who cares who wants my skin
You’ll keep them away
This city too violence
Let’s get to New Orleans
Get me to the quarter
Texas in our way
Johnny Rob
Jonnie Roll
Johnny’s taking care of my soul
Johnny stop
Jonnie go
Johnny take good care of my soul
I look good in my dream
Fuck those Federales
Escape Dallas county
We’ll make it I swear
This city’s too quiet
Let’s get to New Orleans
I know that you’re tired
Let’s go anyway
Johnny Rob
Jonnie Roll
Johnny’s taking care of my soul
Johnny stop
Jonnie go
Johnny take good care of my soul
Johnny Rob
Jonnie Roll
Johnny’s taking care of my soul
Johnny stop
Jonnie go
Johnny take good care of my soul
Johnny Rob
Jonnie Roll
Johnny’s taking care of my soul
Johnny stop
Jonnie go
Johnny take good care of my soul
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I can’t imagine now that
I could get your heart more open
I filled your box until I knew
I knew your heart was floatin'
Like, Jesus Christ! I tried
Like Holy Ghost your roller coaster’s
Got me sick
I dreamed a lot last night
The same old dreams
My dreams are steady
That with a gun
You asked me for my love
My dreams are heavy
Then Jesus Christ
I tried to jump across a boundless ocean
Don’t love me anymore
Till you get closer
I’m walking out the door
Till you get older
I love a really good argument
Let’s talk a little bit slower
Don’t love me anymore
Get closer
I’ve got so much to learn about you
I’ve got to study
Your arms are sore
My nose is raw
Our palms are bloody
Like Jesus Christ, I know you’re crucified each day just for a living
And that just makes me sick
Don’t love me anymore
Till you get closer
I’m walking out the door
Till you get older
I love a really good argument
Let’s talk a little bit slower
Don’t love me anymore
Get closer
Don’t love me anymore
Till you get closer
I’m walking out the door
Till you get older
I love a really good argument
Let’s talk a little bit slower
Don’t love me anymore
Get closer
I can’t imagine now that
I could get your heart more open
I filled your box until I knew
I knew your heart was floatin'
Like, Jesus Christ! I tried
Like Holy Ghost your roller coaster’s
Got me sick
Don’t love me anymore
Till you get closer
I’m walking out the door
Till you get older
I love a really good argument
Let’s talk a little bit slower
Don’t love me anymore
Get closer
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5. |
Is There Any Love
03:27
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Stop what you’re doing
Stop what you hate
Stop with your reasons
Why you can’t relate
Stop in your cruisers
Stop with your rage
The more you abuse us
The more we arrange
Is there any love in this world
Is there any love in this world
Is there any love in this world of ours
Is there any love in this world
Pressure makes greatness
Pressure the state
Pressure the losers
Until they’re awake
Stop in your cruisers
Stop with your rage
The more you abuse us
The more we arrange
Is there any love in this world
Is there any love in this world
Is there any love in this world of ours
is there any love in this world
Is there any love in this world
Is there any love in this world
Is there any love in this world of ours
is there any love in this world
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6. |
Gated Windows
03:20
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All along these gated windows
Eyes peer out from the dark
From That Caribbean highway
Cold green waves crash my way
I been working it out
Don’t you know that I’m leaving
Fast I go, soon I came
Tell me quick about my country
The Warm green air in my blood
Is this home? do you care?
Dancing in hot colmados
Red white and blue lights that failed
Tell me about the gated windows
Where Mothers yell, children dwell
Wild dogs dance in the air
From that rowdy bodega
We bought rum and guitars strum
Filled our lungs, fuck the vanguard
Tranquilo, Hermosa
There was love in the air
Don’t you know that I’m leavin’
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7. |
Modern Man
02:31
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You hope one day you’ll watch me scream
I can’t be cool ‘bout everything
You know my weakness
Where to cling
I’m not prepared to let you in
I focused on myself this spring
Took time to fix my broken wings
You still assume the worst of me
My feelings don’t mean anything
And how can I be a modern man
When you give as little as you can
And you still have me holding back tears
I’m not some stupid Romeo
I pride myself that I’m a hoe
They watch me come they watch me go
It’s you I want and that they know
But I’m focused on myself right now
To fix in-flight what I lost in sound
You still assume the worst of me
My feelings don’t mean anything
And how can I be a modern man
When you give as little as you can
And you still have me holding back tears
If we talk about love we gotta talk about boredom
I haven’t seen your jeans since I last wore them
Can I trade it in
And take time back
It didn’t have to get like that
Our eyes on other lovers saying we abhor them
Then watch them close another door while we adore them
It didn’t have to get like this
No no
How can I be a modern man
When you give as little as you can
And you still have me holding back tears
How can I be a modern man
When you give as little as you can
And you still have me holding back tears
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8. |
Lonestar
02:45
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I think about it
All the battles I won
I felt pathetic
cause it burned out my sun
I counted fingers
And it came down to one
Cause making friends it figures
Was like picking out a gun
Hey Hey
You feel like a Lonestar
Well let me take the weight
From your tired eyes
They’ll make you feel like a monster
Forget it —- it’s good to be
Alone. Star.
Well, it was often on my taste buds hey!
A taste of something I could never be
When I was young it was the reason I would run
I would take it on the cheek
Now a bite it off they tongue
Hey Hey
You feel like a Lonestar
Well let me take the weight
From your tired eyes
They’ll make you feel like a monster
Forget it —- it’s good to be
Alone. Star.
Don’t kick me off of my wave boy
Start with me you’ll likely catch the fade boy
You think that I could never be saved, boy
You musta forgot
That I’m a tricky sicky one
I get it I got
I found it my self
I got rid of the haters
It was bad for my health
I counted fingers it came down to one
Cause makin’ friends in LA was like pickin’ out a gun
Hey Hey
You feel like a Lonestar
Well let me take the weight
From your tired eyes
They’ll make you feel like a monster
Forget it —- it’s good to be
Alone. Star.
Don’t kick me off of my wave boy
Start with me you’ll likely catch the fade boy
You think that I could never be saved, boy
You musta forgot
That I’m a tricky sticky one
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9. |
Brown Sugar
02:35
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Is there anything more depressing than losing it
Kicking and screaming
In your house just like a lunatic
Are you dwelling on the time that you wasted?
Looking in the mirror wishing you could just erase it?
Your skin is flushed
You’re burning up
Your body shakes
You can’t get up
Like rain your dreams are falling from the clouds
But you got
Brown sugar
I wouldn’t waste it
Vampires
They wanna taste it
Brown sugar
I wouldn’t waste it
Vampires
They wanna take you out
When I no longer had the power to seduce them
The grapes were sour
And every hour it was a nuisance
I took my pain
I took my pen
I wrote it down and thought I’d never write again
Your skin is flushed
You’re burning up
Your body shakes
You can’t wake up
Like rain your dreams are falling from the clouds
Boy you got that
Brown sugar
I wouldn’t waste it
Vampires
They wanna taste it
Brown sugar
I wouldn’t waste it
Vampires
They wanna take you out
Brown sugar
I wouldn’t waste it
Vampires
They wanna taste it
Brown sugar
I wouldn’t waste it
Vampires
They wanna take you out
solo. cielo. corazón. tentación
You always talk about yourself
So much that the words just fill your mouth
You’re choking on a dream that’s in a cloud
Boy you got
Vampires
They wanna taste it
Brown sugar
I wouldn’t waste it
Vampires
They wanna take you out
Brown sugar
I wouldn’t waste it
Vampires
They wanna taste it
Brown sugar
I wouldn’t waste it
Vampires
They wanna take you out
(People never wanna give away, they wanna take and take)
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10. |
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Stomping on the bleachers
Beautiful creatures
Waiting for the nightfall
20 ways to drown it all
Maybe we could freeze this
Maybe we could leave this place
You’re my savior
Listen to the preacher
I can be your rock ‘n’ roll teacher
Show it on my face I
I’m a known seeker
Maybe you’ll stay right here for the sequel
Fire in your dark world
Run Run Run
Talk about my black curls
Bite your tongue
Somebody say
“I want to be here”
Not dragged down
Raised up
not background
“I want to be here”
not backseat
SHOTGUN
Feeling in our guts
Got me stuck
Need power
Need luck
Never knew i could
Feel so good
New power
New love
You’re my savior
Listen to the preacher
I can be your rock ‘n’ roll teacher
Show it on my face I
I’m a known seeker
Maybe you’ll stay right here for the sequel
Fire in your dark world
Run Run Run
Talk about my black curls
Bite your tongue
Somebody say
“I want to be here”
Not dragged down
Raised up
not background
“I want to be here”
not backseat
SHOTGUN
Fire in your dark world
Run Run Run
Talk about my black curls
Bite your tongue
Somebody say
“I want to be here”
Not dragged down
Raised up
not background
“I want to be here”
not backseat
SHOTGUN
I WANNA BE HERE Fire in your dark world
Run Run Run
Talk about my black curls
Bite your tongue
Somebody say
“I want to be here”
Not dragged down
Raised up
not background
“I want to be here”
not backseat
SHOTGUN
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