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Opening: Ghost Stories
01:56
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gather round the campfire tonight;
listen to the stories they tell.
you're welcome to share one of your own,
or you're welcome to keep it to yourself.
gather around the campfire tonight;
the ghosts may pay a visit from hell.
i strongly suggest you not sleep alone;
that's not smoke that you smell.
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2. |
Good Morning
03:00
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good night to me, i expect the sweetest dreams
i'd never have guessed at this end.
you're fallin' asleep, lyin' next to me
i'm guessin' that we're now much more than friends.
well i can't wait to say good mornin', baby.
i can't wait to say good mornin'.
well i fell asleep, eventually, and i dreamt all night of the day.
i woke up first, ignored my thirst, and lied in bed and stared your way.
well i can't wait to say good mornin', baby.
i can't wait to say good mornin', good mornin'.
good, good, good, good mornin'!
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3. |
The Drought
02:36
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her mouth is dry, she's half asleep, squeezin' drops of yellow pee
her skin is dry, her head hurts.
can it get much worse, can it get much worse?
my baby needs water, but the water's run out.
how will we make it through the drought?
can barely stand, she's burnin' up, she wants to cry, her skin is tough
her spinnin' head, her heart might burst.
can it get much worse, can it get much worse?
my baby needs water, but the water's run out.
how will we make it through the drought?
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you look at me like i'm crosseyed, and i'm not sure i'm not
i'm tellin' you we're goin' for a little ride, and you're givin' it all you got.
i didn't sleep at all last night, even though you know i'm right.
maybe you and me should've been a thing . . .
that would've been great, right?
you look at me like i'm crosseyed, you're givin' it all you got
makin' sure the facts are all on my side, 'cuz i'm pretty sure you're not.
i've got two feet on the ground, even though i know you're not around.
mouth full of dirt, so i won't get hurt
trees fallin' never make a sound.
you look at me like i'm crosseyed, and i'm not sure i'm not
i'm tellin' you we're goin' for a little ride, and you're givin' it all you got.
. . . and i'm so sure i'm not.
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5. |
Worse Today
02:13
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you look worse today, but who am i to say, on any given day?
i wish i didn't look this way.
i find it hard to breathe the air, did i agree to smile and share?
is everyone okay but me?
i feel worse today, worse in every single way.
just gotta get on through today, and hope he answers when i pray.
i find it hard to breathe the air, did i agree to smile and share?
is everyone okay but me?
i find it hard to breathe the air did i agree to smile and share today?
i find it hard to breathe the air, did i agree to share today?
i find it hard to breathe the air, did i agree to smile and share?
is everyone okay but me?
i find it hard to breathe the air, did i agree to smile and share?
is everyone okay but me?
but i have to stay.
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6. |
You're Making It Worse
02:09
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don't know what to do, nothing seems to work.
and you keep on making it worse.
i called you here to help, you said you'd break the curse.
but you keep on making it worse.
you're making it worse, every day in every way
you're making it worse.
pouring gasoline onto the flames, you're making it worse.
you've got a lot of nerve, to call yourself a nurse,
'cuz you keep on making it worse.
you're making it worse, even when the room is clear,
you're making it worse.
like a blowtorch blowin' flames in my ear, you're making it worse.
you're making it worse, every day in every way,
you're making it worse.
pouring gasoline onto the flames, you're making it worse.
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two thirds of my body, two thirds of everything we do, and of you.
three quarters of our journey, three fourths of the rock we rest upon,
is half gone.
half-full glass of water, half-full underwater.
half-full glass of water, half-full underwater.
two fifths of my time is spent out of my mind, the rest of the time is with you.
one third of my options, two thirds of all that i do, is not for me.
it's all for you
half-full glass of water, half-full underwater.
half-full glass of water, half-full underwater.
it's all for my
half-full glass of water, half-full underwater.
half-full glass of water, half-full underwater.
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8. |
Come Back, Ana
02:48
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what is it that you cannot let go of? it's certainly not me.
hardly a thought was spent on us. you didn't want me.
loved from birth, left the earth. Ana, come back, come back!
loved from birth, left the earth. Ana, come back, come back!
i suppose you can really over-think something like this, or anything.
i'm thinking about talking a walk. a little walk, alone.
a little walk around the block. around the block, alone.
loved from birth, left the earth. Ana, come back, come back!
loved from birth, left the earth. Ana, come back, come back!
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9. |
The Pretty Ghost
02:00
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shouldn't she be, shouldn't she say, everything, in every way?
who do i need? who needs me the most? who do i see?
the pretty ghost, the pretty ghost!
shouldn't she float, above the ground?
shouldn't she walk, without a sound?
oooh, aaah, eeeh
oooh, aaah, oooh
oooh, aaah, eeeh
the pretty ghost, the pretty ghost!
the pretty ghost, the pretty ghost!
the pretty ghost, the pretty ghost, the pretty ghost, the pretty ghost!
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10. |
The Dead Horse
02:34
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we're gonna have to hear it again. take out the bats and call your men.
so strike a match at the count of ten.
it's good to have a dog around. it's the least you can do for me now,
before i burn the whole thing to the ground.
you might see things differently, of course,
if you hadn't seen the dead horse!
over and over again, in your head
over and over again, in your head
i should've kept this away from you, that's what you told me i oughta do.
and i knew it, i certainly knew.
i might see things differently, of course,
if i couldn't shake the dead horse!
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11. |
I Hate This
02:06
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spent the mornin' with an old friend, i think i'll go to bed.
the smell of smog hurts my head so i stay up instead.
come to think of it, it's been a week since i've been asleep.
when the morning comes i wanna shout but i can't make a sound.
why stay through all this mess? well, i hate this.
i hate to swing and miss, yeah i hate this.
i feel the bubble risin' to a burp unless i stop it first.
i hear her gasping in the other room, well she should dust her broom.
why stay through all this mess? well, i hate this.
i hate to swing and miss, yeah i hate this.
i. hate. this.
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things didn't go so well for us yesterday;
we could both use a fresh coat of paint.
the why is not your concern;
i know what you are and what you were.
now and then, i smell a rose.
i feel the grass between my toes, now and then.
i'm finally out of the mailroom;
i like to know what i'm walking into.
i see you in the window - are you out, are you in, though?
it's hard to tell if you're in, a fresh coat.
now and then, i smell a rose.
facts are facts, between my toes, now and then.
now and then, i smell a rose.
i feel the grass between my toes, now and then.
now and then.
now and then.
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